The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of color as Eli sped down the empty highway, the wind whipping through his hair. He was running, not from something, but towards something-towards her. He'd been having nightmares, vivid, terrifying dreams that always ended with her face, her name whispered on his lips. He hadn't seen her in years, not since that night, the night everything changed. He'd pushed her away, afraid of the depth of his feelings, afraid of the pain that inevitably followed love. But now, the nightmares had awakened a longing deep within him, a yearning for the comfort she'd once brought to his life. He pulled into the familiar driveway, the old oak tree still standing sentinel, its branches reaching towards the star-dusted sky. He hadn't been back here since that night, the memory of her tears still etched in his mind. The front door opened before he could knock, a wave of warmth and jasmine scent washing over him. There she was, her eyes as bright as the moon, framed by a cascade of dark hair. She looked the same, yet different, a hint of sadness in her eyes that mirrored his own. "Eli," she whispered, her voice a soft melody that sent shivers down his spine. "What brings you here?" He could offer a thousand excuses, but the truth was simple. He'd come searching for solace, for the peace he'd lost when he'd walked away. He'd come for her. "I've been having nightmares," he confessed, his voice hoarse. "I keep seeing you, and I..." He couldn't finish the sentence, the weight of his regret too heavy to bear. She smiled, a sad, knowing smile that spoke volumes. "Come in, Eli," she said, her voice soft but firm. "We'll talk." The house was filled with the scent of her, a comforting aroma that brought a wave of nostalgia. Memories flooded his mind, a kaleidoscope of stolen kisses, shared laughter, and the unspoken promises they'd made to each other. He'd been a fool to let her go, a fool to let fear guide his heart. He sat across from her, his eyes locked on hers, a silent plea for forgiveness in their depths. She reached out, her hand gently touching his, a gesture that sent a jolt of electricity through his veins. He leaned forward, his heart pounding in his chest, ready to face the consequences of his past mistakes.
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