heartstopper ausᥫ᭡

୨୧ in his dreams ୨୧

[art by me]

PLEASE READ :)

hello everyone! its been quite a while and sadly im here to give you just a short story that i have worked hard on in terms of details. ive come to say that my mental health has been quite bad and i haven't the motivation for stories due to me just starting college (in the uk). It's worse than i thought it was,, and with college, i believe it will only continue to get worse. i do not wish to get to into it but i would like to say that i will i be starting to get busy and i don't wish to disapoint when people are waiting for another update so i will be putting this book on a temporary hiatus. I believe i am good at writing, and i do love it - so while updates may be untimely, i will still post - but not much. thank you for your time.

prompt: an astronaut? a ghost? an angel.

[angst, mystery]

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Firstly it would call Nicks name, disguising itself as the evening winds that would climb through the open window and place cold kisses on his cheeks as a wake up call. That same wind that pulled on the strands of hair that had fallen loose out of the main clutter and ran rouge over the freckles littering his face. The fingers were cold.

Once Nick would slowly awaken it would retreat two steps exactly, left before the right. It's slightly darkened aura would almost make it impossible to distinguish its figure from the black background which was his room, only source of light being the porcelain white that peaked in behind the dark blue curtains.

Yet it moved so clearly in a dance with swirling arms and its long slender fingers reaching towards the pale boy tenderly, it's advanced flexibility and arches leaving clouds of longing and foot prints to follow.

And in response Nick would sit up to get closer, to feel, to hear, to see, to understand more. Questions at the tip of his tongue, answers beyond his fingers, and as he stood bare foot with his blanket a cape upon his shoulders, he reached.

The figure danced away, two more steps backwards, left then right, then continued. The dance was not sensual but enthralling and captured all of Nicks senses of rationality, no music was playing and yet Nick felt the beat thumping loudly against his feet, and no whisper of lyrics but as a figure started to form features Nick looked to the lips for any unspoken words.

Nick stepped in, two steps forwards, right then left, mirroring the other as willingly as his mind would allow as he knew it was a dream, surely he should've woken up by now.

They had made their way to the curtains where the figure paused and shuddered in their dance, passion leaking into the floor boards and keeping them seemingly hovering from reality as Nick followed even closer, suddenly scared fall.

It was all so repetitive, Nick had lived through this dream so many times that he knew that the figure would become human, that the moonlight would illuminate the blue eyes and that Nick was indeed going to fall.

Nick grew afraid, as he had once done before, his body's jolt of hesitation causing the blanket to pool at his ankles and leave him bare and vaunrable to the claws of night.

Despite knowing his fear of falling would soon come to light, the cerulean blues erupting through raven black lashes staring into his own boring brown eyes calmed his erratic heart and pet him with soft hands and beckoned him forward with soft noises, sweet nothings, and empty promises.

Promises of a new world.

The figure of a boy had his hand outstretched towards him.

Promises of a new life.

Nick, without tearing his gaze away from the blues, placed his hand.

Promises of a new love.

They fell.

The fear had crashed into him, a scream ripping out of his throat accompanied by yelps and startled gasps as aggressive winds hit and grabbed at his face to pull and remind him of where he was.

He drifted dangerously, spinning as the blood rushed through in with no remorse into unknown territory while his throat became strained and he could only croak out his fear, his heart wrenching and arm flailing fear.

His eyes darted every which way, his arms out to touch but not feel and as he stared into the voids around him, darkness stared back at him.

It was scary. Nick was scared. The darkness scared him.

Yet a hand reached out, slim and extended fingers pushing through preasure and denial towards Nicks falling form.

As Nick looked up he saw the hand and instantly reached up towards it, lifting his gaze to meet those sweet gentle blues no accompanied by tanned skin and a thin lipped smile.

But, despite the winds ripping at his shirt, stabbing his bare feet and pulling at his ears, Nick couldn't help but smile back.

They both hit the ground.

Nick sat up with a gasp, dry patches at the corners of his eyes and dried up tear streaks against his flushed cheeks from when he had been crying. The same dream that has been plaguing him for 2 years already. When would it end?

"Bad dream?"

Nick didn't need to look up to know who it was. He gave a soft but empty chuckle.

"How did you know?"

"You need to let it go, Nick."

The voice was firm but yet so soft because it was him, just because it was him. Nick clenched his fists. "I know.."

"It was an accident."

"I know."

"You couldn't have saved me in time."

Nick looked up that time, staring not at his boyfriend's face but the angelic white glowing wings that poured out of him, an extension of his glowing beauty and a feature that weighed heavy on Nicks heart.

He was seated in the revolving chair , his long slender legs barely fitting underneath the desk as his bare feet still touched the ground. Feathers slowly drifted from the clumpy but slender wings that were now apart of him, pooling on the floor.

When his eyes did trail to Charlies face, he was just as perfect as he had remembered him.

"I know..."

A knock on the door caused their heads to snap towards it, one in curiousity and one in panic.

"Nicholas, it's time for your medication!"

When Nick turned back towards the desk, Charlie was gone.

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