It was back at my high school. I was kneeling on the ground by my locker, to get some stuff at the bottom. My mom was standing nearby, waiting, and there was a crowd in the hallway.
A couple of teachers showed up and told me to close the locker on these little things propping it open. When I turned around...there was Styna.
She slowly walked over and gave me a magic piece of parchment, which slowly grew words and pictures. It was sensitive to every thought in my head. Through it, she told me that she has had many friends that she has loved, but she has only fallen in love with a few.
She put her arms around me and put her head on my shoulder, and we did a slow dance. She was sweating heavily on her arms, with her head soaked, and I had an overwhelming urge to hold her. I would always be there for her and love her. Then I woke up.