His Sick Obsession (Male x Male reader)

The Dream

Grey clouds cover the sky as for as you can see, they threaten to rain like sad eyes threaten to cry. It doesn't matter how strong they are the tears with always floor like a friged river in winter. The ice may grow over the tops of the water but beneath with always flow. Thunder booms in the distance like a arguement between the sky and the earth, the wind blows passing by the reeds whistling a gloomy tone as it dances with the fallen leaves. It passed by the long grass making it sway side to side, the grass resembles the dancers you once saw on the the tv at your nan's house.

A string of light flashes from the sky and strikes the earth in the distance. A boom of thunder rings out like an agery shout hums through empty halls.  Everything stands still but soon the wind continues blowing over the earth seeming to sooth the aching, burning pain of sorrow she felt.

You reach out to touch the dancing grass, the blades are smooth but dry like sand beneath your feet at the beach. The air is prickly as if lighting can strike again at any moment. The smell of burning wood begins to floats in the air bringing memories of roasting marshmallows but soon like a dying fire the warm memories fades come mind as ashes fall from the sky. Small flitting specks of black flutter down and around you like gloomy moths drawn to a fliking lamp.

The tast of dust pricks the tip of your tongue as you reach out to catch a flutting moth. Your small hands clamp around the delicate speck, ever so carefully you open your hands to peak at the tiny creature but once your eyes land on the speck it seems to melt in you hands like snow.

All seems to change quickly, you look up to see a fast moving rain of black that swallows the world you saw. The wind stops in place the leaves freeze in midair as you turn to run but looking down you see the grass had wrapped itself around your thin legs. You shout and plead to the empty air for help as the black mist comes closer. You hear the earth crumbl apart and soon you fall victim to the mist. You fall through the earth reached out hope to grasp the roots but they slip through your fingers.

You expected to hit cold hard ground or continue falling to a bottomless pit but to your surprise you land on something soft. Your hands are to your sides as your fingers reach out feeling what resembles the wool of a sheep. The familiar sent of cigarettes fill your nose as you open your eyes to the same old off white painted walls. The posters of bands you love stare back at you, the faces of singers seem to look worried for you but blinking for a moment and looking back their faces are the same like always. A dry sigh escapes you cracked lips as you lift your aching body, even though your are only 25 you swear you have the bones of 80 year old man.

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