'Wtf is that, a fukin cat?' Reader x Countrycats

5.

The dream opens with Y/n walking through a war-torn city, surrounded by ruined buildings and deserted streets. They move quickly, their heart racing with dread, as they remember the war that took their family from them. As they turn a corner, they suddenly see a figure lying in the rubble. It's their father, half-trapped under a pile of rubble and dying.

Y/n rushes to their father's side, crying out their name as they try to free them from the rubble. Their hands shake as they pull at the rubble, trying to move it away from their father's body. But it's no use - it's too heavy, and they can't lift it on their own.

Their father looks at them, their eyes filled with fear and pain. "Daddy, daddy, please hold on," they say, tears streaming down their face. "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you," they cry, their voice breaking.

Their father manages a weak smile. "It's okay, Y/n. I know you tried," they say, their voice raspy. "You were always so brave, even as a little kid. You never lost hope," they say, a gleam of pride in their eyes.

They wipe their tears away, their heart aching as they remember the last time they saw their father alive. He had waved goodbye to them as he left for the war, promising to come back to them soon. But he never did.

They sit with their father for a long time, holding their hand and telling them about the things that have happened since he left. They can feel his hand growing colder with each passing minute, and they know that time is running out.

Finally, their father takes one last, feeble breath and dies in their arms. Y/n is overcome with grief, crying aloud as they hold his body to them.

They stay there for a long time, lost in their own tears and sorrow. It's as if the rest of the world has ceased to exist, and they're the only one left. But eventually, they manage to pull themselves together and leave the wreckage behind.

As they walk through the empty streets, they can't help but feel a sense of survivor's guilt. They wonder if they could have done...

....

(Pov change)

I woke in my bed, drenched in sweat and tears. I looked over to my side to see Lucy sitting on the floor sleeping on my slippers again. I checked the time to see it was 3:00 AM.

"Dammit... why does this keep happening..." I sighed and went to my kitchen to get a nice cold glass of water (Ayo is it just me or does that water hit different at the middle of the night?)

I finished the drink and just banged my head on the counter, knowing i wouldn't be able to sleep after the dream i had- or was it a nightmare... i don't want to think about it anymore...

Word count: 457

(A/N: OKAY SO- I'M SO SO SORRY BECAUSE I HAD WRITER BLOCK AND THE LAST TWO CHAPTERS WERE PRATICLY SHITPOSTS, AND I CAN'T FIND PUT WHAT THE PASSWORD IS TO MY YT ACCOUNT SO I WILL CONVICE ME MOM TO USE HER ACCOUNT FOR IT, I WILL UPDATE Y'ALL AS SOON AS I CAN :D)