Chapter 20 – When Morning Came
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The sun was brighter than usual that morning. The school compound was alive again with noise, laughter, and the sound of students catching up after the long break.
Amara and Kemi walked side by side, their uniforms crisp, their hair neatly tied. For a moment, Amara felt peace. The kind she hadn’t felt in months—even if it had all been just a dream.
But as they approached the main building, her steps slowed. Standing by the gate, smiling and talking with friends, was Michael.
Kemi noticed her stop. “What is it?” she asked.
Amara’s voice dropped. “That’s him.”
Kemi frowned slightly. “Who?”
“Michael.”
Kemi’s eyes widened as she turned. “That Michael?”
Amara nodded, frozen in place.
Michael looked up, as if he had heard her name from miles away. Their eyes met, and something inside Amara shifted. The same look she had seen a thousand times in her dream the smile, the curiosity, the warmth it was all there.
He walked over, hands in his pockets, confidence in his step. “Hey… Amara, right?”
Kemi blinked. “Wait, he knows your name?”
Amara’s lips trembled slightly. “Yes,” she whispered, barely breathing.
Michael smiled. “We’re actually having a little hangout after class later today. I was wondering if you’d want to join.”
Kemi was the first to speak, her tone playful but protective. “I think she’s still recovering from her ‘dream,’ so maybe not today.”
Michael laughed softly, “Dream?”
Kemi smiled. “Long story.”
Amara looked between them, her heart racing. This was it. The same invitation that had led her into heartbreak in her dream. Only this time, she had the power to choose differently.
She smiled politely and said, “Thank you, Michael. But… I don’t feel like going out today.”
Michael nodded, a little surprised. “Alright, no problem. Maybe next time.”
He walked away, and Kemi turned to her. “You sure you don’t want to go? You’ve been talking about him in your dream for hours.”
Amara smiled softly. “Kemi, I think that dream wasn’t just random. It was a warning. It showed me how much pain I could have walked into. I’m not doing that again.”
Kemi looked at her, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “Maybe the Holy Spirit really revealed something to you.”
Amara laughed through her tears. “Maybe He did.”
They walked away together, the breeze soft and warm. And for the first time in a long time, Amara’s heart felt light free from the ache of what could have been.
That night, she wrote her last journal entry:
“Sometimes God lets us live the pain in a dream so we can wake up and choose peace in reality.”
And with that, the story of Michael ended not in tears, not in heartbreak but in strength and quiet freedom.
THE END
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