When I was 7 years old, I dreamed that my sister would die from cancer.

Three months later, she did.

Four years after that I had a dream that I would be in a car accident.

That morning, I refused to get in the car. My panic was so real, that my dad went and checked it. He found nothing wrong, so he made me go to school.

On the way there, the brakes had gone out. The car behind me tried to swerve out of the way in time, but the damage had already been done. My car toppled over itself three times into a ditch.

I was in the hospital for the next week with three bruised ribs, a broken shoulder, and a mild concussion.

It was in this second instance that I realized my dreams could predict the future.

There is a difference between my fantasy and my premonitions: with normal dreams, I forget them soon after I wake up, if I remember them at all. However, with the other dreams, I get this feeling in me. I can feel that it’s real, like it’s happening to me at that moment, even though I haven’t woken up.

I continued having premonitions for a while, but eventually they stopped happening.

Or, I thought they did.

Until I woke up this morning.

I had dreamed about the love of my life.

He had blond hair that fell into his eyes, eyes so intensely that the forests were jealous.

“You forgot this on the subway,” he said, handing me my purse.

I hit my hand to my forehead. “Oh. I am so sorry,” I murmured, embarrassed.

“It’s no problem. I’m Gabriel,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Allison,” I replied, shaking it.

Just then, the subway doors sealed shut and it zoomed away.

“Crap. I’m going to be late to work,” he mumbled.

My eyes widened in understanding. “What? This wasn’t your stop? I hate that you’re going to be late to work because of some stupid mistake I made.”

He smiled, and it lit up the world around him. “Small price to pay for getting the chance to meet you.”

Then time zoomed by and it showed me next to a hospital bed.

”Hey Allison.” I heard him whisper.

I released a breath of relief. He was awake. Thank you, God.

“Hey sleepyhead.” I smiled at him, “It’s about time you woke up.”

He attempted to sit up, but grimaced in pain.

“Allison?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t know how long I’m going to make it. I can feel how weak my body is, and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe.”

“Don’t you dare say that. Everything is going to be okay. Once you’re healed up, I’m going to get you out of this hospital, and we’ll have so many adventures that we’ll lose track of them all.”

He sent me a wobbly smile before saying, “The first time I saw you, the first thought in my mind was, ‘She’s the one.’ And I was right.” He took a shaky breath and continued. “I also remember the moment I realized I was in love with you.  I remember that it was my birthday and my boss was making me work. You were so angry when you heard that, that the first thing you did was march right up to him and start yelling. Right in front of everyone. You made him so livid that he fired me, and instead of being angry, the only thought that went through my head was, ‘That wonderful girl is mine.’”

Tears were already forming in my eyes and I pressed my palms to them, ordering them to stop.

He continued on, spouting some of our best memories.
“And I wouldn’t change any of them. Not one. Even with all the bad we’ve been through. You know why?”

“Why?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“You are the light of my world. The days that I was blessed to have with you were the best days of my life.”

“Why are you talking like this? You aren’t going to die, Gabriel.” I squeezed his hand.

After a minute of silence, I saw his eyes close as he drifted to sleep.

Then I heard the heart monitor signal that his heart had stopped.

Panicked, I jolted up and screamed for help, even though I knew in the back of my mind that it was too late; and when I finally acknowledged the thought that he was truly gone, the pain I felt in my heart was so intense, so horrifying, that it seemed to be stabbing me inside.

When I woke up, I vowed that I would never feel that sorrow a second time.

I called all my friends, hoping that I could catch a ride, but I had woken up late and they were already at work.

Which was where I should be.

I groaned and tried to catch a cab outside my apartment, but like usual, not one stopped for me.

After a minute’s hesitation, I made my way to the subway station, hoping to be able to catch the last train of the morning.

As it turned out, I got there right on time. When I took my seat, I reluctantly looked around.

And there he was.

Sitting two seats away from me.

I immediately dropped my gaze to my lap, hoping not to catch his attention.

But it was too late.

I saw him in my peripheral vision; he was staring at me.

The train skidded to a halt at the next stop.

Before he had the chance to try and talk to me, I jumped up and quickly walked out the door, hoping to avoid him.

Relief filled my body as I finally got off the train.

“Wait!” I suddenly heard someone yell from behind me. “Miss! You forgot something!”

I didn’t turn around until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“You forgot this on the subway.” Gabriel said, handing me my purse.

I knew I should say thank you and walk away, but something stopped me.

It was his green eyes, eyes so intensely green that even the forests were jealous. Looking into them, I decided that I wanted to get to know Gabriel.

I decided that I needed to get to know Gabriel.

After all, wasn’t a little love worth having, then none at all?