JACK
“Jack,” I hear Idris’s sweet voice calling me. I was standing on the meadow. I never saw it before
I turned to look at Idris who is wearing a sleeveless floral dark brown dress. She is not wearing my bracelet like she always did in my dreams.
“Jay,” Idris calls me, She never called me that either. Her cinnamon eyes looking at me, the innocence in her eyes, I want to take it away, She leans to me, “Jay,” She calls me again. I wasn’t confused, I was happy and caressed her chin, her lean arms wrapped around my hips, pressing herself lightly on me, She smiles, the warmest and beautiful smile, my hands are touching her lips, parting it. “Kiss me, Jay,” Idris says tiptoeing.
I smile at her, she clears my bangs on my forehead, pulling me closer to her lips, I can feel her hot breath on
