✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
in which the quiet sister of lizzie and mika learns that to love deeply is to ache - that hurt is part of the package, and the beauty...
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WAKING UP FROM A DREAM was always a painfully aggravating chore, no matter who, or where, you are.
Ella had always known that, even before. Either by her restless nightmares as a child, that eventually led her to sleep with her parents for that night due to the fright of such dreams, or after. Where, countless times, was she reminded of the four, or so, years that had tormented her persistently, even in slumber. Things like sudden awakenings were not uncommon, for anyone left. Although, it was still a slight bother, when these things occurred. Having to wake up in a cold sweat, with your chest heaving up and down for some extra air, all while still trying to adjust to reality in the process. Symptoms like these only were worse, too, when the dream was as well.
Lucky for her though, this time around, was the dream actually decent. Perhaps even enjoyable.
It felt nice, for a change. To finally be able to mingle with the handful of people she had evidently learnt to be dead. She figured that though, instead of being upset about a fact like that, there were times to be thankful instead, for having relived such a memory once more. To be able to even see them in person again, let alone speak as well.
Don't get her wrong though, Ella knew it was only all artificial. It was merely her mind's way of reliving an event that had already come and gone, months prior.
Still, was it such a wrong thing, to enjoy it?
She hadn't thought so, at least.
Additionally, it was also rather interesting, to see everyone in a state like that again. To dream about the prison.
To witness Maggie and Beth speaking to one another, something that happened to be a sight that not one of them had ever imaged occurring ever again. Along with Glenn, talking to her father, like he typically did. The two particular adults, after one of which saved the other before hand, grew to know each other more, in a friendship manner. Things like seeing the younger man with them at lunch, or even breakfast at times, grew to be their new normal for so long. Even if, from what she could remember, speaking to this adult alone never actually grew to be a usual scenario. As more so, if not all the time, the three Samuels siblings often cling to themselves, observing curiously as their father began more prone on making friends at the prison.
