SEDATEPHOBIA | Dream

VI

"The first murder, it's like first love. It's unforgettable."- Alexander Pichushkin

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Silence surrounded us as we marched through the woods. Neither of us had dared to say a word after the little emotional moment last night, creating an awkward silence around us. It stopped snowing and the clouds cleared up, making it easier to see the nature surrounding us.

The trees were covered in snow, making everything shine as the snow reflected the sun that shone above us. The lakes we passed were either half frozen or filled with crystal clear water that reminded me of pearls I once saw at a beach.

Dream woke me up a few hours ago, mumbling something about the zombies sleeping during the day. It didn't surprise me when we crossed a few zombies laying on the floor limply. Dream walked up to them carefully before sliding a knive into their foreheads slowly.

We've been walking for what seemed to be hours already and it would've been a lie if said that I wasn't hungry.

"Pssst. Dream.",
I whispered the words like he was a dragon I just woke up from a deep sleep.

He halted infront of me abruptly, making me crash into his back and stumbling backwards slightly. He turned around and looked at me blankly. Although I couldn't see his face, I imagined him raising a brow and looking at me questioningly.

"I'm hungry.",
I felt like a toddler as I looked at the ground nervously, my hands fiddling with the hem of my jacket.

"Let's take a little break then.",
his calm tone surprised me.

I looked at him with shock as he turned around again and started to shove some snow away, creating a little space to rest in. I grinned childishly before I sat down infront of him and pulled out some bread I had stuffed into my backpack. I also offered him some, avoiding his creepy mask.

"You want some too?",
I looked at the visible strands of hair as I held out some bread for him.

"No, thank you.",
he rejected respectfully.

I was shocked, since I knew that he hadn't eaten anything since our last meal together at home.

There's no way he's not hungry.

I sighed before I started to chew on a piece of bread. I was in my own world as different thoughts ran through my head. I wondered how Wilbur was doing, if he's still alive and fine.

I wanted to cry.

My throat felt heavy and ached as I fought back.

I can't cry.

Not now.

I looked at the sky as I tried to think of something else.

"You have pretty eyes."

The blunt words caught me off guard.

I hadn't noticed that Dream had been staring at me the whole time, his gaze capturing every movement and emotion on my face with sharp eyes.

"Huh?",
I looked at him cluelessly as I felt heat creeping up my face.

"I said, you have pretty eyes.",
he repeated.

My mind went blank as I couldn't think of an answer.

"Y-You...I-I like the colour of your...your hoodie, I guess.",
I wasn't even able to form a simple sentence.

I watched how Dreams head tilted sidewards as he chuckled at my confused figure.
Slowly, a grin crept up my face as I started giggling along.

Dream looked at me as I smiled at him heartly.
We kept staring at eachother for a good few minutes before I cleared my throat as I felt intimidated under his intense stare.