My Dream

The Dream

I was walking out of my house to go and grab some gum from the shop round the corner when I saw him. He was right there on the end of my street, it was Matty Healy. The longer I looked the worse the image got, he was slumped against the railings on the pavement, a black wine bottle raised up to his lips with one hand and the other was hanging limply by his side. I could hear him screaming, crying out, in between drinking, he was angry, I had never seen anger like this before. I walked a little closer, still leaving a great distance between us and I could see the tears, they gushed from his eyes like tiny waterfalls, there he was, my idol, my self proclaimed favourite human being at his lowest point. Before I could stop myself I was walking towards him, quickly now, and slumped myself down against the railings next to him.

I reached down for his free hand and tightly grasped it, he carried on drinking but squeezed back.
"What's wrong?" I questioned, not bothering to ask if something was wrong because clearly something was. He lowered the bottle, I could see that it was now empty and he turned his head to look at me, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol and the crying.
"Gemma left me" he whimpered "for good" and a whole new set of tears came cascading down his cheeks. "She said she never wants to see or hear from me again!" he shouts, overly loud for a lazy Sunday afternoon in my sleepy village and he throws the empty bottle into the road, with his anger making him even stronger, it smashed into a million pieces in the road. "She said that she can't do this anymore! Do what? Love? I don't understand I thought she loved me" he says, starting his sentence off loudly and ending it with a whisper.
"Let's go" I say and pull him up by his hand, then we walk.

We walk and walk, through fields, down roads and paths, then we cross a wooden bridge over a river. Not a word has been spoken, we have been hand in hand the entire time and gradually his tears came to a stop. There's a gate which I went to open but Matty stepped forwards and did it instead, it lead us into a filed filled with dandelions and tall grass. We lay down side by side and just held hands for what seemed like forever, staring up at the clouds. Then Matty turned his head to me and announced.
"I want to be with you, but you know it can't happen right now" his voice never changed, it was solemn and on the same level throughout, I nodded in reply. Then he said, almost inaudibly and mostly to himself.
"One day"

Then I woke up.