Monster (ONEUS Seoho x Ravn/Seojo)

Week 1, Day 7

I had been waiting the entire day to go to sleep. I ached to see him again. The wave of nostalgia that came crashing over me when he appeared in my mind adorning that navy blue coat was dizzyingly blissful, almost like a drug. I needed it again, and I needed more.

The day was a blur as I merely tried to get by, anticipating, itching. I've never glanced at a clock more in my entire life, not even back in college when I would sit through endless business minor classes Father forced me to take when I refused to major in the field because science always held a special place in my heart.

Bouts of white hot memories flashed in my mind as I remembered doing the same act the day of Father's next party. The one I told him I'd see to that he was on top of the guest list. The one he said we would dance together at. The one where whatever we had was supposed to bloom further.

Then, glancing anxiously at a clock because I couldn't simply wait until that specific event I'd been thinking about arrived made perfect sense because I would've actually been able to see him, flesh and bone. Now, it seemed quite ludicrous for this image of him was most likely a figment of my imagination for again, I hadn't yet gotten over my grief.

But I couldn't help the jittery feeling that arose in my stomach as it neared time for bed. It had to be because he felt the exact same the way he did that night. Warm and safe. He radiated the same energy as well. Intriguingly mysterious yet rather charming.

It took everything in me to not quicken in my tasks and when I finally laid to sleep, I fought the anticipation, willing my eyes to close and the image to come naturally. And as if my brain or the universe or possibly both knew what I sought out - there he was.

And he was smiling this time. A small close-lipped smile but it brought tears to my eyes all the same. I remember seeing him smile for the first time at a party in Lasphia that both of our families had been invited to. It was also the first time I had seen him in person, having heard all of these stories being passed around about him previously. At that time, his smile had been calculated, rehearsed and fake for people he could care less for but when we formally met that night, his smile had been striking yet soft and real.

In my head, he started to walk towards me and this time, I didn't back away. I let myself be taken into his arms. He pulled me in much closer than last night, just as I hoped he would. Once again, his face was inches from mine, a tilt of my head would seal our lips but he would only press kisses to my neck and jaw or excruciatingly close to my mouth.

I began to grow frustrated for all I longed for was one kiss and when he leaned his forehead against mine again and cupped one of my cheeks gingerly, I took my chance.

But he was gone.

I gasped as I jolted awake. In an instant, he was drained of my mind. I was stunned more than anything. I couldn't process his sudden departure which was a bit humorous if you thought about it because this was nothing more than a dream. How had I handled it back then when I had him in my hands one day only to find out he had been killed not too long after?

Well more than anything, I was angry. At the war. At the soldiers. At him. At myself. At the world. I thought since going through my parents' divorce and living with Father, the universe would be in my favor and let me have this one thing. But perhaps there's another universe out there where he was safe and came to the party and we danced and kissed and had our happy ending.