The Building That Wasn't by Abigail Miles

Author:Abigail Miles [Miles, Abigail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CamCat Publishing

Chapter Thirty-Two

Michael had never entered the building and would never leave.

His first memory was this: a woman with very red hair leaning over him, star-shaped tears streaming down her face and landing in little plinks along the soft skin of his face.

Except that he knew that wasn’t real, so actually his first memory was this: Luca. He remembered a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old Luca handing him an orange in the hallway one day, grinning at him and then running off with his friends. Michael had held that orange tightly in his small hands and refused to eat it.

No one had ever given him anything before.

If dreams counted, though, then Michael’s first memory was this: a woman (who happened to look quite a bit like the woman with the red hair and starry tears), who held his hand, and swung it back and forth, and smiled at him—and whom he smiled at in return.

That was it, that was the whole dream. As far as Michael could tell, the woman and he would continue to walk down an infinitely long path, always swinging their arms, always smiling, always walking.

That was also the only dream Michael had ever had. It was the repeating episode of a show that came back time and time again, every single night when he fell asleep.

Not that he minded. If nothing else, he was always happy in the dream. He never wanted to wake up from it, even though not much of anything happened in it.

So really Michael knew two things: he knew that he liked the dream with the red-haired woman who would swing his arm and smile down at him.

And he knew that Luca’s new friend, the woman named Everly, was the woman from that dream.

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