𝒫𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒾𝒶 [Dream x Reader]

17. A million dreams

A million dreams
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In which you relive your childhood trauma.
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"Who- who are you!" The little boy in front of you pointed his sword at you. It was dark, but the campfire in front of him lit up all of his features perfectly. His blonde hair was looking orange in the faint light, and his green eyes seemed to be almost luminescent. He was wearing leather armor and had stone tools, but what caught your attention the most was his age. He seemed to be around the same age as you.

You were caught off guard. You had been all by yourself for days, and now you stood face to face with a potential friend. Maybe you didn't have to be alone anymore.

"I'm- I'm, uh. I'm (Y/n)." Your voice sounded faint, childish. You spoke your words as if he was supposed to know who you were. As if you saying your name, would make him drop his sword.

But what was crazy was, he actually did. He lowered his arm and looked at you. His eyes were suspicious, mysterious, and yet the kindest pair you've ever looked into. "How old are you?"

"9." You answered. A cold breeze made you shiver, and the boy gestured for you to take a place next to him by the fire. You gladly did so.

The boy's eyes lit up. "I'm 10!" He looked around the forest, especially behind you. "Where are your parents?"

You held out your hands for the fire to warm them up. You were a kid, and didn't have a filter - therefore you were perfectly fine with sharing your life story with a complete stranger. "They died. I'm alone."

The boy went quiet. He was looking at his chicken on a stick that he held over the fire, a distant look on his face. "Mine too."

You got surprised but didn't say anything. You just stared into the flames along with him, as the two of you remembered the families you used to have. Then your stomach decided to speak for you.

The boy beside you snapped out of his trance and laughed. "Are you hungry?"

Cheeks as red as the fire in front of you, you nodded, and the blonde handed you some of his chicken. You took it and ate it. The first bites were slow - then you practically swallowed the chicken whole. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He just smiled at you, and you smiled back at him. You had both been alone for so long, and you sought comfort in each other's eyes - getting a feeling you weren't so alone anymore. "Do you want to see my house? I build it myself. It's not too far from here."

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"No way. Are you sure I can stay here?" You asked, looking around the house in awe. It wasn't very big, and it was clumsily built. The ceiling was low and there were countless holes in the wooden walls. But it gave you a strong feeling of home - which was a feeling you had missed more than anything.