But it’s just hard, you know?
Easier said than done, ‘Nuff said.
But...whatever.
My trauma about Mom needs another dream. For now, I’ll concentrate on this dream, which revolves around Mr. Not Real here, whom I thought earlier was my mind’s conjured-up image of my dad. But maybe I got that wrong?
“Am I allowed to ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“I thought this dream was supposed to be me coming at peace with my dad, and that’s why I thought you were a younger version of him.”
“Ah.”
“Did I get it wrong?” I ask seriously.
“I suppose it’s time I should introduce myself.”
He wants to introduce himself for what? I’m starting to feel rather impressed by how imaginative my dream is. Maybe it’s time I reconsider my career options?
“My name is Arkane Young.”
Arcane...Young?
How is my mind coming up with all these things?
“Arcane” because this guy is a mystery I’m supposed to solve.
“Young” because this man is obviously based on a random memory from my past, like when I was young.
But just so I’m not reading things wrong...
“You’re saying you’re not my dad, right?”
“Quite so.”
I almost gag, like seriously.
Quite so?
That’s like telling me you’re rich without telling me you’re rich, and it’s just another thing I can easily imagine my own mom using, but...no, we are not letting that get to you, Ti!
I have to stop being mean to my own mom even if it’s just in my thoughts.
“My name doesn’t mean anything to you, does it?”
It’s Mr. Not Real talking again, and I gladly refocus my attention on him and his beautiful looks.
“I’m sorry,” I say honestly. “Should it?”
“No. It shouldn’t.” His lips curve ever so slowly as he says this. “And it’s nice that it doesn’t.”
Oh. My. Goodness.
I finally,finallyfigure out what this dream is supposed to help me figure out.
Because the way my heart has started racing again the moment I saw his lips curve?