Blossoms of the Dark

VI Selene: Appearance

I bolt upright.

What have I done?

I notice that I'm still on the floor in front of the mirror. I must have cried myself to sleep, and unknowingly activated my dream quirk.

There was a boy at the orphanage who had a dream quirk. While asleep, he could project his astral self into anyone's dream and manipulate it. He could do things in the dream realm that he couldn't do while awake. He told me that he had changed the landscape and atmosphere of other people's dreams just for the fun of it. Sometimes he even interacted with the dream versions of those whose dreams he entered. His favorite part of his quirk was the ability to start and end someone's dream whenever he wished.

Of course, I absorbed his quirk.

And I used his quirk just now.

I hadn't intended to infiltrate someone's dream and manipulate it. I was so caught up in my misery that I felt the need to continue weeping. I didn't even realize that I had subconsciously enabled the dream quirk and allowed my emotional state to change the surroundings of the dream.

I wouldn't have realized it until that boy approached me.

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He seemed to be around my age. And surprisingly quite handsome. Tall and nice build. Crimson red and snow-white hair on each side of his head. One turquoise eye and one stormy grey eye. The skin around his turquoise eye was scarred. Regardless, he had a very attractive appearance.

But I've learned much about appearances. Appearances can deceive.

He must have seen how afraid I looked because he bent down to my crouched level. He said he didn't want to hurt me, and his actions definitely matched his words. But dream or not, could I trust him? I knew virtually nothing about him. He could be an excellent actor. Just waiting for me to fall into his trap of kindness where he can then attack me. What could I have said to him? Did I want to say anything to him? He was a male. And I have been abused the most by males.

Then he said that he was lucid dreaming and wanted to know why he was dreaming such a gloomy dream. He was asking me. Me. What could I have said to him? Did I want to say anything to him? I panicked and sprinted from him. Bless dream abilities. I could hear him chasing after me and yelling for me to stop. I didn't. I ran and ran until I felt him no longer behind me. I quickly ended the dream hoping he would forget about it soon enough.

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I look at the clock in the bedroom and it reads 4:16 a.m. The entrance exam starts at 8:30 a.m.

I contemplate sleeping some more, but I don't want to go back to that bed. Not now. Not ever, if I could.

Instead, I choose to get ready. I choose to get ready at 4:16 a.m.

Because what more can I do?

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