We'll Be A Dream

For promise.the.stars;; contest

Emma was walking down the street, her hood up, shielding her from the downpour. She could hardly see an inch in front of her face, because the rain was reflecting off of the streetlights in billions of glimmering gems.

None of this mattered though, she knows where she is going by heart. She arrives at her destination, smiling a bit to herself. She enters, and as she does so, she feels as if she is back to being seventeen.