Arwen looked down at the picture she had given to Alice.
It was the same old picture she had seen falling out of her old picture album —one in which she was comfortably close to a boy but the boy's image was a blur.
Previously, she considered ignoring it all, thinking the picture, the dream, was nothing more than a mere coincidence.
But after a while, she realized she couldn't just do that. Neither was she able to forget that dream, nor the familiarity she felt between the picture and the dream.
"Now that you have agreed, we will take pictures somewhere else. Let's go to the lake."
The familiar cheery voice rang again in her ears from the dream as her gaze stayed on the picture where on the corner she could see the hint of a lake nearby.
If that was the lake, she had thought it to be then, could it really be just a coincidence?
"This girl …"
