Another TinCan story you might not want to read. This story starts with the scene where Can rejected Tin. Then it'll jump to a few years later with their lives apart. Don't know where this is headed but that's the gist of the plot.
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Tin was startled awake in the middle of the night by his dream. His head throbbed like it was gonna split in half, he figured that it was because of the hungover. He was panting, cold sweat falling from the side of his neck.
It was the same dream as before, except this time it was much worse. This time it was more realistic. He was there on top of a blurry-faced man, but this time he almost saw the man's face, he just couldn't get a grasp of it, he woke up when the face of the man unblurred. There were still crying, pleads, and punches. He already memorized everything that happened in his dream because of how often he dreamt about it.
Every time he dreamt of that dream, he always thought about Can. Maybe because he started dreaming that dream when they met again.
Because of his medication, he stopped dreaming about it, but he doesn't know why the pills didn't work this time.
Can. He saw Can yesterday again. That must have been the reason why he dreamt of that damn dream again.
He irritatedly rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. Then decided to take a warm shower because he doesn't want to sleep again in fear of dreaming that dream again.
When he looked at his bedside table, he saw that it was still three in the morning. He decided to just work out after his bath and start the day early.
On his way to the bathroom, he dropped his clothes, entered the shower, and let the bullets of water soak him. Roughly soaping his entire body to wash away the cold sweat.
He still hadn't figured out the meaning of his dream. Though he almost forgot about it because he hadn't dreamt of it for weeks until now.
Now that it happened again, it was all messing with his head again.
Was his dream connected to Can in some way?
His thoughts shifted to Can and wondered how Can was doing right now. Was Can okay? He didn't have the courage to go back to the hospital to check if Can was still there. But god knew how much he had to stop himself from driving there last night when he was drunk. He didn't even get to sleep until midnight because Can dominated his thoughts again and he woke up at three in the morning because of a nightmare. That was one hell of a sleep plus his hungover.
After his bathroom routine, he went to his walk-in closet with a towel hanging on his hips and another towel he was using to dry his hair.
He kneeled down to grab some underpants and was about to stand up when he noticed a piece of cloth hidden inside his drawer. It was an old cheap-looking shirt that was torn up. He was sure that it was not his shirt. All his clothes were branded, the one in his hand was not, the texture of the cloth was rough.
He grabbed it and walked towards his body mirror while still drying his hair.
