#heartwish

He stayed there in his bed for several more minutes, unwilling yet to get up and face the day. The remnants of the dream he'd been having before the alarm went off still drift hazily in the back of his mind. It was another one of those dreams, the kind where he wasn't sure whether he was happy or not to have woken from it. The memory of the dream was slowly fading but he could almost still feel the warmth of what had been strong and loving arms holding him close. 

Evan sighed once more before managing to convince his body to get up and heave himself out of bed, tiredly stomping to the bathroom. Why did he always have to have such a vivid imagination? Why did he have to keep torturing himself like this? 

Entering the bathroom, Evan took in the sight of the dirty mirror as he went to wash his face. He'd been meaning to clean it for weeks now, but he hadn't been able to muster the energy or the will to do so. The grime also helped to obscure the view in the mirror and the less Evan could see of himself the better he figured. Cleaning it would mean having to admit on which side of the mirror the real mess was. 

Without being fully aware of doing so, Evan's mind began to wander again to that feeling from his dream. He was so terribly touch starved that, as he closed his eyes for a moment to pass the washcloth over his face, he let himself daydream a domestic scene with an unspecified object of his affections. However when he opened his eyes again, he was met with the vision of himself once more and the ghost of the arms he'd imagined wrapped around him vanished just as quickly. 

Evan knew that he really shouldn't do this to himself, but he couldn't help it. He'd always been told that he was too much of a dreamer for his own good. And for the longest time he'd been the worst hopeless romantic he knew. Not anymore though, life had found many ways to break that part of him over time. Still, he couldn't help but to keep pulling out those rose colored glasses that stayed tucked away deep inside himself. It brought him a brief moment of comfort, though it was gone just as quickly with the sinking reminder that he was truly alone. 

This melancholy followed him as he now made his way into the kitchen area to get some food. In terms of cleanliness it was no better than the bathroom had been, empty cans and dirty dishes piled on the table, the sink already being too filled with more dirty dishes Evan had been ignoring for far too many days now. He didn’t mean to be so messy, he just didn’t feel like there was any purpose to keeping the place clean and tidy for his own sake. It was also why he barely bothered to make food for himself, it was very exciting or motivating to cook for one after all. 

Once again Evan’s mind wandered, now to a scene of sharing a meal with a significant other, as he sat down at the table to eat yesterday's takeout leftovers. His fantasies didn’t often involve loud or passionate moments, all he really wanted after all was just someone to spend those little daily moments with. He sighed deeply as he aimlessly moved the food around his place, trying to push those thoughts and wishes away. 

Feeling bored, Evan made his way to his computer. There were different projects he could start on, countless works in progress he could continue. The pictures on his wall and his camera seemed to be taunting him, reminding him of all he’d done in the past, of all he felt he should be doing with his life. Feeling overwhelmed by it all and unable to decide on anything he clicked onto his social media instead. At first the distraction helped to take his mind off everything, however it only took a few more scrolls to be reminded all over again that he was alone. He frowned as he tried to scroll past what seemed like neverending relationship status updates and romantic coded posts. Tired of it all, Evan suddenly slammed it shut, scowling deeply. 

It was nighttime now, the sky having darkened behind him without Evan having even really noticed. He slumped back tiredly on his chair, feeling dejected at the prospect of another day come and gone with little to show for. A sudden gust of wind caused the window shudders to rattle loudly, startling Evan as he turned to look outside. 

Going to the window, he was met with the spectacular sight of a meteor shower. With a gasp he went to grab his camera, taking a few shots in hopes of capturing something worthwhile. He'd always loved stars, and shooting stars more specifically. The majestic lightshow from his window made him nostalgic of the days when he still believed in things like wishing upon falling stars. In a moment of impulse, he caught the sight of a specific star's trail and found himself clasping his hands together, wishing deep inside his heart for something, for someone. 

This was followed by an immediate rush of embarrassment, Evan feeling childish and naive for doing such a thing. He was an adult now, he knew better than to go chasing delusional fantasies. Closing his eyes, he shook his head in reproval of himself, trying to rid himself of these fanciful thoughts that just wouldn't seem to leave him alone. 

Behind closed lids there was a sudden burst of light, it seemed to be growing in intensity by the second. His eyes snapped open, the source of light now even brighter and blinding as it seemed to be barreling towards him at dangerous speeds. Evan barely had the time to think or to try and step away from the window that something came crashing into his room. 

With difficulty Evan opened his eyes, he'd been thrown partway across the room in the commotion. His heart beat fast and his breath came hard as he tried to make sense of what just happened. With hazy vision he scanned the room, broken window glass and other debris scattered across the floor along with his belongings. Looking back towards the window, his gaze stopped with surprise. 

There he saw what appeared to be a person, lying seemingly unconscious in a pile of junk on the floor. At least, it looked like a person, though Evan wasn't sure. His mind raced as he tried to take in the bizarre looking humanoid figure. The first thing that stood out was their very pale skin that looked like it was glowing. Aside from the short mop of dark hair Evan wasn't sure what to make of their appearance; they appeared to be wearing makeup or possibly facial tattoos, their clothes an array of eccentric mix of tattered pieces,  fishnet elements and some jewelry. 

Evan wondered feverishly what he should do, and whether he should be scared of this individual that had suddenly crashed into his room. It was then that the being's eyes snapped open and stood up abruptly, and dusted themselves off, sending off what looked like little sparkles when in doing so. Their dual colored gaze - one eye very dark, the other white with no pupil- scanning the room before their gaze fell upon Evan. Before Evan had the chance to think what to do, the curious stranger looked him over intently and, to Evan's surprise, smirked and proceeded to wink at him. 

Evan gasped stunned for a moment. Then, strangely, he felt immediately calm, curious even. Standing up slowly, he made his way carefully toward the mysterious being that has quite literally come crashing into his life. His heart was now beating wildly again, but this time for a whole new reason. 

"What… Who… who are you?" Evan asked somewhat bluntly, unsure what else to say. 

The stranger chuckled at this, a bright cheery laugh that Evan couldn't help but smile back at. "Me? Well, that's a good question…" the individual responded, pausing for a moment.