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𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙊 𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙏 𝙅𝘼𝘿𝘼 𝙄𝙉 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙆𝙊 𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙏𝘼𝙇.

It was already December six, and he assumed that that was the date the woman told him to meet her again.

He wore a dark green tuxedo after months of wearing the same orange prison uniform, so with a deep breath and a bouquet of azure bluet and blue orchids, he knocked on the door.

Drista was standing behind it, turning the knob around and saw the man.

"You're finally out of prison, huh?" The blonde girl asked with a plain voice, folding her arms.

"No, Sam allowed me to visit her just this time." He said, tapping his feet on the tiles nervously.

"Alright," Drista stepped aside, gesturing inside the room and left to give them some space. "You may enter."

"But before that, though." Dream dictated. "I'm sorry I haven't been the best br—person you wanted me to be."

The girl stopped in her tracks, slowly turning around so their smiley masks would to face each other. "I consider you as my brother, Dream."

His heart warmed at the statement, coming back to his sentence so he wouldn't burst into tears early. Nodding, they turned away as Dream proceeded to Jada's room.

Walking carefully, he saw a Doctor's document atop a desk with Jada's name written on it.

𝙅𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨
𝙋𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 : 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖

What? As soon as he finished reading the paper, he rushed to the woman's hospital bed and opened the curtains.

"Ja..."

She threw a piece of crumpled paper at him.

Dream could have sworn his heart skipped a beat when he saw her for the first time after eleven months. She was beautiful as ever as he still imagined, though it was clear she had been weak.

"Oh, you're actually there." Her voice was feeble like in the prison, but now she was a little more cheerful.

"Is it true?" He pointed at the document on the desk. "Are you actually?"

A Schizophrenic person may result with some combination of hallucinations, delusions, and extremely disordered thinking and behavior.

The more he observed the room, the more crumpled papers he saw on the floor which had been lying there for months.

"Wait...have you been throwing papers to see if you were hallucinating or not?"

Jada's pale blue-gray eyes glanced down at the flowers he brought. "Are those for me?"

"Yes." He sat on the chair next to her bed and put down his mask. "Jada, why didn't you tell me—"

"—that's not what you used to call me." She cut him off, giving him a weird look.

Dream pursed his lips. "Jellybean?"

A smile crept upon the woman's face when she heard the sweet name again. It never failed to give her butterflies in her stomach. "I missed you."