Briar’s POV: I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken weight of everything we hadn’t said. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing that one wrong step could send us both tumbling down, but not knowing how to stop it. “Angelo, I don’t want to hurt anyone,” I said, my voice shaky. “But we can’t ignore this anymore. We need to talk to Celeste.
She deserves to know the truth.” His face tightened, and I could tell he didn’t want to face this any more than I did. But deep down, we both knew Lia was right. If we didn’t confront this now, it would only get worse. Angelo sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… you’re right. We need to talk to her.”
Angelo’s POV: Hearing Briar say it out loud made it real. I didn’t want to face Celeste, to tell her what was going on, but I couldn’t keep lying to her. She deserved better than that. I just didn’t know how she was going to react. Would she hate me? Would she hate Briar? I looked at Briar, seeing the same fear reflected in her eyes. This was going to be messy, but there was no way around it. “Okay,” I said quietly.
“We’ll talk to her. But we do it together.” Briar nodded, her expression softening just a little. For the first time in a while, it felt like we were on the same page, even if that page was full of uncertainty. Setting: Later that day, Angelo and Briar decide it’s time to tell Celeste about the dreams. They meet in a quiet spot on campus—a secluded area of the library where the three of them often study together. The atmosphere is tense, the air thick with unspoken emotions.
Angelo’s POV: The silence in the library was unbearable. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as we sat down at one of the back tables. Briar was to my left, her hands nervously fidgeting with the strap of her bag. Celeste sat across from us, her eyes darting between us, already sensing that something was wrong. I didn’t know how to start. How do you explain to your girlfriend that you’ve been having dreams—memories, maybe—of a past life where you were in love with someone else? “Celeste, we need to talk,” I said finally, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.
She frowned, her expression shifting from concern to confusion. “What’s going on? You both look like someone died.”
Briar’s POV: I felt a lump in my throat. Angelo had started the conversation, but now it was up to me to explain the rest. How do you even begin to tell someone that their boyfriend is dreaming of a past life—and that you’re in it? I took a deep breath and spoke before I could lose my nerve. “Celeste, it’s about the dreams we’ve been having. Both Angelo and I... we’ve been having the same ones.
They feel like memories—like something from another life. And in these dreams, Angelo and I… we were together.” Celeste’s face paled, and I could see her grip tighten on the edge of the table. Her eyes flickered between Angelo and me, trying to process what we were saying.
**Celeste’s POV:**
**“Wait, what?” I could barely believe what I was hearing. “You’re both dreaming about each other? And… you were together? Like, in another life?”**
**I felt the ground shift beneath me. This couldn’t be real. It sounded like some kind of twisted fantasy, something out of a story, not my life.**
**“How long has this been going on?” I asked, my voice rising as anger started to creep in. “Why are you just telling me this now?”**
Angelo’s POV: Her question caught me off guard, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. Of course, I loved Celeste—I had been with her for so long, and she had always been there for me. But ever since these dreams started, something had shifted. I couldn’t explain it, but Briar… Briar felt familiar in a way I couldn’t ignore. “I do love her,” I finally said, my voice quiet but firm. “
But these dreams… they’re messing with my head, Briar. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m losing control of everything, like I’m being pulled in two different directions.”
Briar looked down, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. I could see the hurt in her eyes, but also the determination. “I feel the same way,” she admitted. “But we can’t let this destroy everything. We need to figure out what these dreams mean and what we’re going to do about it.”
“Wait, what?” I could barely believe what I was hearing. “You’re both dreaming about each other? And… you were together? Like, in another life?”
I felt the ground shift beneath me. This couldn’t be real. It sounded like some kind of twisted fantasy, something out of a story, not my life.
“How long has this been going on?” I asked, my voice rising as anger started to creep in. “Why are you just telling me this now?”
Angelo’s POV:
I could feel the anger building in her voice, and I couldn’t blame her. This was insane, and I knew it. But the dreams felt real—too real to ignore.
“We didn’t know how to explain it, Celeste. It’s not like we understand what’s happening either. We didn’t want to hurt you,” I said, struggling to keep my voice calm.
Just as I was about to continue, Briar’s phone buzzed on the table. The sharp sound cut through the tension in the room like a knife.
Briar’s POV:
I glanced down at my phone, confused. I didn’t recognize the number. I almost didn’t answer it, but something told me I should.
“Sorry, one second,” I muttered, standing up and walking a few steps away to answer the call.
“Hello?”
There was a pause on the other end before a low, distorted voice spoke. “You need to tell her everything. She deserves to know the truth.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Who is this? What are you talking about?”
The voice didn’t answer directly, but the words that followed sent a chill down my spine. “She’s not safe. Not as long as you and Angelo are keeping secrets.”
The line went dead.
I stood there for a moment, my mind racing. Who was that? How did they know about us?
Celeste’s POV:
Briar looked shaken when she returned to the table, and I could tell something was seriously wrong. She sat down, her eyes wide and troubled.
“Who was it?” I asked, already dreading the answer.
“I… I don’t know,” Briar said, her voice trembling. “But they knew. They knew about us, about our dreams. They said you’re not safe as long as we’re keeping secrets.”
My heart stopped for a moment. This was no longer just about dreams or memories. Something much bigger was going on, and I was caught right in the middle of it.
“What do you mean I’m not safe?” I demanded, my voice rising again. “Who was that?”