All Your Lies | Yoon Jeonghan

CH 29: Dreamlike

[ Learning To Tell Reality From A Dream ]

It was one of the unusual moments when Jeonghan had no idea what to say, he had never been one to deliberately acknowledge another person's feelings nor does he often find himself comforting a person with words.

And yet, as Raki's head dipped from exhaustion, his palm awaited by her cheeks as he dares to take ahold of her when she becomes unable to fight the drowsiness any longer. But it wouldn't just happen, she seemed overly persistent about staying awake, barely that is.

"Sometimes. . I get these dreams when I'm falling into something. .", She tried to think and recall of what it was in the content of her nightmares, yet the closest she could identify to what it was, was an endless darkness, like nothing. ". . Into nothing.", She remarked, then she chuckled, as if she found it amusing that she had mistaken that dark pit from something less than it.

Raki gazed at him through the haze of her sight, wanting to see that he would at least smile as well, yet her eyes might have been failing her or did he look as if he was sorry for her?

"But. . as much as they came, I reckon too that maybe. . it was a way for me to meet them again, maybe if I could finally land and fall no longer. . only then would I be able to see them again. ."

Her eyes loosely closed as she slowly raised her head and groaned, suddenly unmindful that Jeonghan was there. "Why am I having this nightmare again.", Raki muttered, and as much as she wanted to believe that all of it was just a setting of a dream, it wasn't, and Jeonghan was listening to every word she was saying, keeping his eyes on her as if he hadn't had the desire to ever look away.

In all certainty, as soon as she gains the clarity of her mind back and realize that some, or more, parts of that night weren't just a dream, she would immensely regret it for the rest of her life.

As if he hadn't expected it, Jeonghan's hand bolted to catch her cheek as her head finally gave in to the weariness. His palm was warm and soft against her skin, and she didn't fought off the urge to snuggle her cheek onto it.

A faint smile made its way to Jeonghan's lips from the sight of her finding comfort on his palm, and for a moment, everything seemed alright. As if nothing had really mattered anymore, and no people could get in the way of that.

At least it was like that for him. But perhaps, it was different for her.

He recalled her words earlier, all of it, from the death of her parents to the resulting nightmares of it, it was a lot harder to forget when she had been clearly trying to be alright with it.

Then his recollections flew all the way back to when he first saw her at that train stop, he thought back then that it possibly meant nothing, yet right then as the world had stirred to the direction as to where it should be, the hopelessness in her eyes had made so much sense.

He may had not have an idea of how things exactly ended, yet one thing that Jeonghan knew for sure, she has always been grieving.

Jeonghan pulled his hands from under her knees and back after carrying her to the center of the bed, gently lying her to the mattress, and she did not wake the whole time, if anything, Raki had just gotten deeper into her slumber.

From all the times they came, Raki had somehow gotten used to the uncertainty of falling and not knowing where she'll land or for how long would it last, the emptiness of when she wakes up yet knowing she still hasn't stopped falling, it had always been like that.

However, like the way how his palm had felt warm and cozy, and the way he'd been gentle when he carried her to bed, the dream she'd entered to reminded her of all of that. . of all of Jeonghan had given.