"But aren't you scared of death?" she asked, and he looks at her, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
He smiled and went, "Of course I am, but death is what makes life worth living.
After all, every good story needs an ending,"
"and I'm trying to mak...
She woke up with a start, her face drenched in sweat as her entire body shook violently. She gripped the sheets, her nails digging deep into the soft fabric. Her icy-blue eyes were widened as though they had seen a ghost. She drew several short, quick breaths before she came to a sudden realisation.
It was just a dream.
She relaxed her stiffened posture, bringing her hands to her face and dumping them into it. She closed her eyes and let out a long exhale, feeling the tension in her body slowly fade away. She removed her hands and darted her eyes across the room until they fell onto the clock high on the wall.
2:00pm.
She let out a groan, tossing the blanket off of her and walking towards the picture window. She removed the curtains which were a nice biscotti beige which complimented her elegant room: it was a mixture of red, white, gold and black.
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Sunlight bled through the window, its rays spilling out in the room like ink on paper. It illuminated the room with its radiant, golden glow, earning a hiss from the dragon who squinted her eyes and backed off.
She retreated to the side table next to her bed and stared at the framed picture place ever so lovingly. She picked it up in slow motion, staring at what was once her true self, and her eyes darted towards the man standing next to her with an arm wrapped around her.
Oh, he was as beautiful as the day she had lost him.
She caressed his side of the picture, replaying the specific memory in her mind till her heart began to ache, yearning for time to go back and live the moment again. Eyes brimmed with tears, she set the picture down and head towards the bathroom, getting ready for the day.
It was a Saturday, meaning it was rest day for her and her crew and rest day meant she didn't have to put in the effort to look so fancy, so she just put on a baby blue hoodie and decided to keep her white, starry PJ's on. She gave her hair a quick brush and tied them into a bun, letting the blue streaked lock of hair free from the bun's bind. She slipped on her fuzzy pink slippers and headed towards the door.
She stared at its painted texture for a long time, gathering herself and bracing for what was to come. She took in a deep breath and reached out for the gold plaited doorknob, slowly twisting it as she stepped forward.
Peering out into the hallway, she could hear the distant talking of her fellow crew mates. All of them were up and going, but she somehow couldn't bring herself to match their energy. Closing the door behind her, she walked straight ahead and took a right turn where she found herself in the kitchen.
She walked towards the refrigerator until she noticed something in the microwave. She approached it with a raised brow and opened it, revealing steamy and mouth-watering pancakes draped with chocolate syrup and decorated with blueberries on the side. She took out the plate and pulled the small note attached under it.
