just something

it would've been you (if my wishes came true)

She was tossing and turning. Trying to find a perfect position to sleep. She has been trying to lose herself in Hypnos' arm an hour ago. She was so ready to sleep because she knows tomorrow would drain the fuck out of her. So she got ready at 7 PM, did her skincare, watched 2 episodes of her favorite series, then turned the light off to sleep. But it's already 3 AM and she still hasn't slept. 

Scoffing, she stood up and went to her desk, to try and write just so she can fall asleep. She opened her laptop and then tried to write something. She racked her brain just so she can find something to write about. She even tried to torture herself by listening to the playlist that she made after the fallout. Unfortunately, she never had the motivation to write anything. She closed her eyes to stop herself from crying because she needs to sleep but she can't! Damn it. 

Realizing her last resort was to force herself to sleep by imagining scenarios that would not ever happen to her,  she closed her laptop and then laid down again. She tried to imagine different scenarios, each accompanied by songs she knew would fit her desired fantasy. 

She was close to falling asleep, with the fantasy accompanying her, when she felt someone knock on her door. She opened her eyes just to roll them then got her bat, just in case, then peeped through the hole in her door to see who was behind the door. 

Nothing. Nothing would prepare her for who was waiting outside her door. She rubbed her eyes, tried to pinch herself, and even bumped her head on the door just so she can wake up. Because this is impossible! It's not happening. It's her dream trying to make her life miserable!

So, doing what she should not have done. She opened the door and approached the person waiting for her. 

That person is none other than... Chester Lharvis! The one and only. 

She should be happy, right? Fuck, she should be even jumping with joy. But she can't do anything but cry and sob like a fucking child. Because Chester's here and maybe he's here to celebrate his birthday with her. Because he's here and that means he's real and she's so fucking happy to finally see him. Or maybe she's crying because it's Chester. And she loves everything about him even from afar so seeing him in front of her, waiting for her, making time for her, is enough to rock her world. 

So she cries and she makes sure he can see how much he affects her. How his presence touches something deep in her that she can't understand nor do anything about it but cry. She wants him to see how much she's willing to cry for him. Because fucking hell, if he broke her heart all the broken pieces would still beat for him. Because she's fallen deep and she is still falling. Because Chester is a void she's willing to spend forever wandering around. 

Not wasting any more time, Chester approached her and tried to calm her down. Whispering sweet nothings and promises they both know they would break. Because fuck the universe and its hatred against them. 

"Calm down, babe. Hey. I'm here." Chester kept whispering to her and she can't help but feel safe and secure and protected because that was what Chester made her feel.  Even if he comforted her, she can't help but cry and cry and cry more. Because this is the feeling that she's been craving for. This is something that she wanted to happen before and as predicted, only Chester can make her feel like that. 

So she cried. 

For all the times he could have given her this comfort she basks in. For all the times he could have held her while fighting through nightmares and panic attacks. For all the times she could have done the same. For all the times they could have fought together. 

But as she was about to speak, say everything she feels, tell him how much she loves him. 

She woke up. Because of course, it's a dream. It's never gonna happen. But if her wish came true,  it would have been Chester.