13 Dances (A Seventeen Fanfiction)

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"Well, this one seemed to do the trick finally", Sabrina greeted me. "Are you just sitting there the whole time waiting for me to wake up?", I gave back, annoyed at being awake already. "Sometimes. It's not like I would have something more important to do. And I keep myself company with those books of yours", she said casually. Sure. As if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. "So?", she went on, "Did you answer the question?" "I am still here, ain't I?", I answered. "Patience", she hummed, "Patience is key." I huffed and turned to the wall. Sabrina took the hint and got up. "Sleep tight", she said and left the cottage.

The next day I was sitting on the porch, munching on some cookies she seemingly had left me yesterday. Sabrina was passing my newly arranged flowerbeds as I spotted her. "I'm still here. This time I am sure I have the answer. Why am I still here?", I asked even before a greeting. "Like I said yesterday: Patience", she shrugged. I jolted up. I really had enough of it. "PATIENCE?! I HAD PATIENCE FOR 64 DAYS ALREADY!", I screamed, surprised at my own volume. A bit quieter, but still as passionately, I continued: "In my world there is a wonderful man waiting for me to wake up. He wants to marry me and I want to marry him. Heck, I'll even agree to get kids starting tomorrow if this gets me out of here, so do your job and get me out of here. You promised to, remember?" Sabrina just smiled and I could feel my anger boil up even more, but she spoke up before I could act in any way: "And I will. But I have my regulations too. And if you wanna know, I got them from you personally. Your body is not ready to take more than one memory every two to three days even at its best times. Others can take more, some less. So don't blame me on all the patience you need when it's really you who defines the duration of it." I was speechless as I watched her leave.

She let me wait another full day before she returned. I kept quiet this time. She sat down next to me while I continued to do yet another flower crown. I started to like doing those. "You're improving", she acknowledged now. "Thanks", I gave back. "Just like you do with your progress", she went on. "Guess so", I mumbled. I wanted to get out of here finally. I was fed up with my own soul. She leaned back and sighed satisfied. "It never looked better in this world", Sabrina told me. I simply shrugged. We sat together silently for quite some time until she spoke up again.

"Why Sabrina?", she suddenly asked. "Hmm?", I asked while looking up. "Why did you call me like that?", she explained. I shrugged. "I guess I like that name", I thought out loud. "Your friend once told you she would have liked this to be her name, remember?", she went on. "Really?", I asked, indeed curious, "I forgot." But now that she said it, I could feel something surfacing again, a memory like that. "You remember", Sabrina commented. I nodded and added: "I thought that maybe it would be a nice name for my future daughter. If I have one one day." "Exactly", she chuckled. I smiled. "It a nice name indeed, by the way", she then told me, "I could get used to it." I kept to myself that I hoped I wouldn't stay here until she did.

Sabrina got up and took the now finished flower crown from me, placing it on my head. "Looks good", she commented and I smiled at her. Too bad I couldn't see it. "You could wear one on your wedding", she went on. "Maybe I will", I answered. Then, she held out her hand and pulled me up as soon as I took it. "Let's go", she said. Confused, I followed her. "Where to?", I asked, but she didn't answer. Not that I was surprised. I would never get her.

We stood in front of the rose arch again and I sighed. "Another memory?", I complained, not able to hide the frustration in my voice. "You could say that", she chuckled mysteriously. I raised an eyebrow. After her little rose-ritual, the arch lit up and I couldn't help but notice it had a different hue this time. Was this maybe the last needed memory? "Good luck", Sabrina wished and I caught her warm smile before stepping through the strange liquid. Thanks.

The first thing I felt was pain all over my body. It was harder to open my eyes this time and I couldn't help but groan as I did. It was incredibly bright and I immediately closed my eyes again. What the heck? Where was the ballroom? Why did I feel so awful? I heard someone take a sharp breath next to me and forced myself to open my eyes again. The surroundings looked unfamiliar. Wait. This was a hospital room. Was I maybe... I looked around. Suddenly, my eyes widened as they found someone.

I was met with Chan's beautiful, deep and warm eyes, full of love, surprise and maybe a bit of disbelief. I must be back. I was... back to my world. I couldn't even realize it; all I could focus on was my boyfriend staring at me as confused as I might just looked at him. Hi there. Could I talk this time? "Hi", I managed to get out, shocked by how hard it was to talk and how croaky my voice sounded. I must have looked very surprised, because suddenly my boyfriend burst out laughing. "You're awake", he then exclaimed happily, "You're finally awake." Well, I guess so.