Mira stared at the message on her phone.
"Did you dream about me too?"
Her heart began beating faster.
How could he possibly know?
She had just woken up.
She hadn't told anyone about the dream.
Not even Riya.
Her fingers hovered above the screen.
For a moment, she wondered if she should ignore the message.
Pretend she hadn't seen it.
Pretend it was nothing.
But the question felt too specific to ignore.
She slowly typed.
"Why are you asking that?"
The typing dots appeared almost immediately.
Then his reply came.
"Because I had a strange dream."
Mira swallowed.
Her chest tightening.
She typed again.
"What kind of dream?"
This time his reply took longer.
Much longer.
Like he was carefully choosing his words.
Finally, a message appeared.
"We were in a café."
Mira's heart skipped.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed.
"What did it look like?"
Another pause.
Then he wrote:
"It wasn't Café Aurora."
Mira sat up straight in bed.
Her pulse racing now.
He continued.
"The place looked older."
"The lights were warm."
"And you were wearing a white dress."
Mira's breath caught in her throat.
Because that was exactly what she had seen in the dream.
Her hands felt cold.
She typed slowly.
"What happened in the dream?"
The reply came.
"You walked into the café."
"And I told you that you were late."
Mira covered her mouth.
Her heart pounding so loudly she could hear it.
That was the exact conversation.
Word for word.
She quickly typed another message.
"Did you say… 'Did you forget again?'"
The typing dots appeared instantly.
Then his reply came.
"Yes."
Mira's entire body froze.
This wasn't possible.
Two people couldn't dream the exact same dream.
Her mind started racing.
Trying to find a logical explanation.
But none came.
Then his next message appeared.
"In the dream, I said something else too."
Mira whispered softly,
"I know…"
Her fingers slowly typed the words.
"You said I always forget our story."
There was a long pause.
Then his reply appeared.
"Yes."
The room suddenly felt too quiet.
For a moment, neither of them sent another message.
Finally, he typed something else.
"Did the dream end when you asked who we were to each other?"
Mira's heart stopped.
Because that was the last question she had asked in the dream.
Her hands trembled slightly as she typed.
"Yes."
Another message appeared immediately.
"And then I answered…"
Mira finished the sentence herself.
"We're the story that never finishes."
Three dots appeared on the screen.
Stopped.
Appeared again.
Then his final reply came.
"Exactly."
Mira slowly put the phone down beside her.
Her mind spinning.
Two people.
Two different places.
The same dream.
The same conversation.
The same ending.
This wasn't just coincidence anymore.
Her phone buzzed again.
Another message from him.
"Mira."
She picked up the phone again.
"Yes?"
His next message made her heart race again.
"I don't think that was just a dream."
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
"Then what was it?" she typed.
There was a pause.
A long one.
Then his answer came.
"I think it was a memory."
Mira's breath caught.
Because that meant something terrifying.
Not only had they shared the same dream…
But that dream might have been something that actually happened.
Somewhere.
Some time.
And somehow…
Both of them had forgotten it.