𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝔼𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪

VIII

Talks of death/suicide, Swearing, Sad, Angsty, anxiety attack(?)

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Three Hours Later

Morpheus guided you through his realm once you felt stable enough to absorb the abnormally beautiful scenery.

As Matthew hopped along the wall of the bridge beside you, Morpheus led you down the stone path and around people in their dozing dreams, the looming marble castle capped with gold casting shadows behind you. 

He told you how he came to be, what he did as king of a mythical empire, what he'd been up to lately, giving you a rundown of his century imprisoned and tracking vortexes and such. But what seemed to catch your attention most, was how he found you.

He explained the findings of your journal in the library, praising you on the detail of which you wrote, how he had felt as if he were there, how he could feel what you had felt, and you couldn't help the small smile on your lips nor the blush that crept up your neck.

He then went on to your dream log, and how he had found the amount of nightmares and lack of sleep concerning. And even though he didn't share it, you knew he was holding another worry to himself, but for what reason you didn't know.

Yet even though your mind was descriptive, and he had his theories, he still had questions. Most were unsaid, but seemed louder than if he had just screamed them from the rooftops.

How you could never die but still hold fresh scars. How you could gain and inflict pain, having to let it set and fester even centuries after its occurrence. How you managed to adapt to each decade, every timeline, all cultures.

How you managed to cope with having to unwillingly live forever.

But he did ask this last question, and you couldn't help but give him a bewildered look from the corner of your eyes. You thought being a wise and observant lord such as himself, he would have surely realized what you thought was obvious by now. Why you wouldn't sleep. Why you were always on the move. Why you never married or dated after your tenth suitor's death.

And so, with a frown you finally began to reveal the truth of the mystery fit for a God.

"I can't cope." You shook your head, stopping to stare into the crystal river below you. 

"I never could. Not really." Leaning against the smooth stone wall, you gazed at your rippled reflection. "It was one thing after another, constantly, decade after century after millennia..." Your fists clutched your elbows, and you could feel the Sandman's gaze on you. "I would have taken my life if I could. No matter what's on the other side. I don't care." Your tone was flat as you sighed, and it was clear you meant it with the shaky air leaving your lips.

 There was a beat of silence as Dream let your words simmer, and you could see Matthew beside your hand, gleaming black eyes shining with what you saw as worry.

You shook your head and tore your gaze from yourself, moving them to meet his blue crystal eyes that always threatened to pull you into their maze of ancient wisdom, and never let you go until the last minute. Your breath caught in your throat from the sight.

"I didn't really know what forever was until I lived it..." You continued after a moment, clearing your throat after attempting to look away. You couldn't. "How do you do it Morpheus?"