In a place with lush trees and a clear sky. There were 2 children holding hands. 

 "Do you have to go?" Asked a little 7-year-old girl. With 2 braids of golden strands, and little sky eyes, which were shedding tears, like dew from a rose petal.

 "I'm going to move, I can't help it." With some regret in his voice, the black-haired boy with the fringe replied, trying not to show so much emotion in his words.

 -I'll see you later?

 —If you are not part of my imagination, maybe you are.

 "Believe me I'm real, just like you, that ... or you're part of my imagination."

 —In any case we need to find a way to meet, and a code that tells us that it is us.

 "Mmm ..." The girl thought for a moment, putting her hand on her chin and then said, "Do you feel that?"

 -That?

 "Our hands. Do you feel them?"

 "Yes but ... What's in that?"

 "Our warmth ... if we see each other, we just have to hold hands."

 "That doesn't tell me anything. How will we know it's us?"

 —Our touch is simple, it will tell us right away, trust me ... Are you not going to forget me?

 —With the memory that I have, I would never forget you and ... Would you forget me?

 —I never forget what I remember with my heart.

 That said, everything started to crumble and turn dark, for both children. Making them wake up excited at the same time in their beds.

...

10 years passed from that.

The children grew up and while they did. His memories of them together became blurred to the point of not recognizing the face of who, always, was his confidant in that dream world.

The first years were the hardest. His memories were still vivid, but as the years went by, little by little they were forgotten to the point of disappearing.

Each one took different paths and interests than they had as children.

What they did not know was that they lived in the same area of ​​the big city. Frequenting, without realizing that they were themselves

.If they went to school, libraries, or outings alone or with friends, they never realized how close they were.But one rainy day changed things.

—Listen to me very useless! You just have to do your part in the project and that's it! "A black-haired boy yelled at the person in line.

"If I know, don't worry about me, Emma already came for me, let's go there bye." The blonde girl sighed tiredly, hanging up the call. She did not like to lie to her relatives, but if they found out that it was not because of her, they would shout in the sky of the eldest's irresponsibility. "Well it's understandable, she's in love, and she doesn't have the head for simple things like coming to pick me up, although well, nobody knows that but Nat and me." Sometimes what she did to save her skin, her clueless cousin went a little against her morals. But he didn't care, if that would prevent them from being put into a convent at 2 o'clock. Because if, they would hold them evenly and bye medical school. — I know that I should not move from the place, but if I walk a little ... maybe and I will find it. — She said to herself, getting up from where she was sitting, taking his backpack and smoothing the skirt of his uniform, to then go to leave the place.

"You don't do almost anything!" By pure instinct. The boy turned his head, noticing the exact moment when the girl was going to step wrongly on a step.

"Huh?" The girl hadn't understood what he was saying to her... but it was too late. When he turned around, he turned badly, making him feel little by little like he was going to fall backwards towards the stairs that he was going to go down. He tried to hold onto the railing, not reaching it, he felt like he was going to die soon because there were many stairs, he closed his eyes hoping it would be quick ...

She was not expected to feel something warm, taking her hand and pulling her forcefully and carefully forward, preventing her from falling while another warm sensation held her back in an inclined position.

He did not know how to feel, that sensation of warmth gave an electric shock to his entire body.

She opened her eyes meeting olive green eyes that were watching her. Being shocked, I knew I knew him but where? Those blurry memories became sharp.

For his part, the boy was not left behind.

He was not to worry about strangers. But when he saw that she was going to fall, something in him prompted him to act fast, and hold her with one hand and support her body with the other hand.

When he felt it, a rare and well-known sensation of warmth did, that, when he saw how he opened his eyes. They became known to him, he knew he knew her but where?

Static in place and speechless. He opened his eyes in surprise when he realized who it was.

She changed her expression of surprise to a sincere smile when she saw that she also had it on her face.

She knew who he was.

"I found you," they said in unison, looking at each other.

At this point, they didn't care about the rain falling on them. And the boy, much less if they yelled at him from the cell phone that he threw to the floor when he found her.