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"Pete, I just said I had to talk to you about something, that doesn't mean I'm psyco and need a therapist."
"Shhh....just relax." Pete whispered in a soothing voice.
"No Pete," Patrick sat up and pulled the blindfold off his face. "It's about Veia."
"Huh?"
"Yeah." Patrick brought his hands up to rub his temples.
"What is it? Did she come back?"
"Nope."
"Then what?" Pete pulled his hood over his head.
"I...I keep having dreams about her. It's like, everytime I close my eyes I see her." Patrick exhaled and slumped against the chair he was sitting in.
"Like, what kind of dreams?"
"There like flashbacks, you know?"
"Like on Lost?" Pete asked.
"Kinda. Like a few days ago I had a dream about...about our first...kiss." Patrick felt blood rush to his face. "But it was like I was there, it was so real."
"Dude, you sound soooo cliche."
Patrick let out a stifled laugh.
"Maybe I just still miss her."