I Care {Darkiplier}

(Chapter 19)

It's just a dream. Just a dream. Everything's fine...It has to be. This isn't right, nothing is- Wheres Dark-

You stared at him, taking him in. He wasn't wearing the suit, nor held a cane with him. He just wore a button up with a vest, kind of similar to your work dress code. There was a tie tucked underneath the black colored fabric that made up the vest, a deep navy color, lacking any stripes or pattern, if there was, it was minimal. There was a bit of stubble that lined his chin and upper lip under his nose, but was well kept to keep short to a point. His black locks were folded over his forehead, the same updo seen in the footage. His eyes...Still held that shine in them, bouncing from the bright lights, and into his umber eyes.

A look of brief concern wafted over his expression, due to startling you earlier...

Right.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to disturb you." His voice was gentle, warm.

You shifted your stance a bit, bringing your shoulders to a small, nonchalant shrug. "No! No...It's alright. No need to apologise." Your voice echoed back a response, you tried to smile reassuringly, back at him.

He studied you for a moment, as if trying to read you. After this he replies, "If you're sure...May I?" He gestured to the open space on your left side, asking for permission to stand by you.

What the actual frick-

"If you want. Feel free to go on right ahead."

He takes a few steps, striding to the wall to then turn away from it, to lean against it.

"What brings you here?" His sudden inquiry causes you to face him, swiveling your head to look at him, he was looking back.

"Nothing too interesting, to be honest, Just felt this was the right place, I guess. You?"

"Likewise. The opportunities simply were convincing enough." He didn't go on further for a moment, a small fond look over taking his features as he dragged his eyes to the crowd that was sporadically divided. He finally turned to you, "I think I made the right choice, life with its decisions and such...Anyway, enough about me, anything you majoring in?"

Your face drifts down, staring at the shiny floor that reflects the fluorescent lighting that helped illuminate the room. You hesitate, before coming up with an answer.

Whoever you were viewing seemed...nervous? Why?

"I was pondering...Criminal...Justice." Your last words were more mumbled out than anything. It seemed 'you' were afraid of his reaction, quickly pinning on an afterthought, "I know it's quite strange, some person like I, but...I...I want to."

Another pause, which gave you time to mull over their conversation. It 'felt' strange...something nagged at you, constantly, since you landed your eyes onto him...about everything really...

What...Somethings here I know it is...

You were brought down from your blazing confusion, by Damien's voice. "That's quite incredible." At your sudden jerk of your head with the surprised expression, he elaborates. "I mean, not everyones willing to do something like that, it's difficult to find nowadays, I suppose...I...It's admirable."

His words sunk in...All you heard was, "Thank you."

Before the conversation was able to continue forward, the meeting began, and it was time for you to...

Wake up.

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You gasp for air, as the alarm blares it's ringtone that would certainly stick with you minutes afterwards. You shot up, and on autopilot turned off the alarm, dismissing it. It took a minute to stabilize your breathing, before it hit you. You can move on your own, your okay...right?

Shit...What the hell was that. Where was Dark? Why such a 'normal' dream? Why anything? What-

You check the phone's time, 8:00, trying to momentarily push aside everything, you need to prepare to go to the manor with (BF/N) and if they see you like this...It will make things worse. You have to, you need to. You scowl at the time, cursing at it, wishing you woke up earlier, or maybe that that didn't happen at all...but...this means something.

You're not quite sure yet however.

You bring your other arm to rub your eyes, as the other holding the device, places it atop the table. You force yourself out of bed, moving to grab clothes you would be wearing. You need to get ready for this. Fake it til you make it, then you can figure out what the hell that dream was. As you step over to your closet, a note catches your eyes, making you halt, to look at it.

From the inks handwriting, it was Dark.

My Dear,

To start, I apologize for the intrusion, something wasn't right last night. You never appeared. It was quite...off-putting, to say the least. Whatever the case may be, however, I do hope your...escapade to the manor goes well. Please be cautious, I do hope to see you again, whenever you can.

Be well...

D

A small smile pulls your lips upwards, feeling a slight warmth in your face and chest by the fact he may have been a bit concerned...Even if it probably was for an underlying factor with...Mark. It still was nice, oddly so. You tucked the note in your satchel, thinking it would be nice to keep there, and started to get ready, not only to face on the day, but to face the manor.

You open the door to take on everything.

Here we go...

Author note:

I hope nothing seemed out of character or weird, my writing was slipping from me, and it was kind of hard to write? I'm not sure, things come and go. Hope you all like it somehow though. Thank you for taking the time to read all of this, it truly means a lot.Thank you all.