Just a storyline inspired by a dream that I could not forget (legit),

It had been more than 5 years since they last saw each other.
She still thought about him, every now and then. There was nothing special between them, just a little crush that bloomed in her heart from their cordial friendship.

Once in awhile, she would see updates on his social media. Still looking as good as he was back then.
They were younger then. She convinced herself it was just an infatuation, one that lasted a little longer than the usual. He was a caring guy, with a great sense of humor and a dancer with radiating charisma. She felt inferior but just could not help stealing glances at him when he was nearby. Her stomach burst with butterflies whenever he stroked up a conversation with her. All these feelings... She was hoping there would be some sort of reciprocation from him, but it was all just wishful thinking. So she grew up, fell in love with another guy and carried on with her life.

Then came the day of her friend's dance recital. She knew she saw someone familiar but she was not sure who it was. Being a dancer herself, everyone looked familiar to her, but that person had a different aura, one that she could sense whenever that person was nearby. Maybe she was just thinking too much. She felt it again as she was with her group of friends, attempting to manoeuvre themselves among the crowd for a group photo. This time round, she felt an intense gaze fixed on her, following every actions she made. Just as the photographer was about to snap the photo, she felt a sudden bump on her right with a strong grip around her waist. As the flash went, she felt a peck on her cheek. Subtle, yet enticing for the next move. Stunned in the midst of all the commotion, she turned her head to find the soul that was emitting the familiar aura. It was him. With a grin and a wink, he said "hey" and the next moment, he descended into the crowd. She wanted to chase after him but her legs remained rooted to the ground, unsure if that was a reality or just another illusion. However, one thing for sure, she wanted more.

As it got deeper into the deeper, her group of friends dispersed and everyone went their own way. Her boyfriend had to drop by the washroom first before they head home. She did not feel the need to and waited outside for him to be done. "Hey, I'm done" It was not her boyfriend's voice, but it was that familiar grip she felt on her waist earlier on. She looked up from her phone and there he was again. This time round, it was real. It was her old friend. Just like every old friend, she went in for a hug. A little tighter than the others. It was brief catch-up before her boyfriend emerged from behind her. They bid farewell with a simple "catch up soon" and by soon, they meant the moment they got home.

-I have a bad habit of not finishing my story-

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