Have you ever seen a demon cry? | Lisa x Female Reader

Chapter 13

"So it was just a dream," I murmur to myself, feeling a mixture of confusion and gratitude.

Suddenly, Rosé speaks up, her voice breaking the silence. "Hey, a news just came. Professor Annette Labarge passed away."

Her words send a chill down my spine. The name from my dream, Annette Labarge, resonates with an eerie familiarity. I swallow hard, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that grips me.

My mind races, thoughts of the dream and its unsettling conclusion swirling in my head. Could it have been more than just a dream? The coincidence is too unsettling to ignore.

"I... I dreamt about her," I admit quietly, unsure how to explain the strange connection I feel.

Rosé's eyes widen in surprise. "What do you mean?"

I recount the details of the dream to her, describing the encounter on the lake, the fear, and the strange creatures. Rosé listens intently, her brow furrowing with concern.

"That's... really creepy," she says softly, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Do you think it means something?"

I shake my head, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "I don't know, but it feels too real to just be a coincidence."

We sit in silence for a moment, the weight of the news and my unsettling dream hanging between us. The line between reality and dreams blurs, leaving me with a lingering sense of unease.

As Rosé shows me the photos on her phone, my heart skips a beat. The images depict the exact scene I had vividly dreamt of—the foggy lake, the red rowing boat, and Professor Annette LaBarge. It's as if my dream had manifested into reality, unsettling me deeply.

I feel a surge of fear rising within me, and Rosé notices immediately. Without hesitation, she sets her phone down and envelops me in a reassuring hug. Her arms around me offer solace and security, grounding me in the present moment.

"It's okay," Rosé whispers soothingly. "I'm here for you."

Tears well up in my eyes as I bury my face against her shoulder, overwhelmed by the eerie coincidence between my dream and the news of Professor LaBarge's passing. Rosé holds me gently, her embrace a comforting refuge amidst the unsettling revelations.

"We'll figure this out together," she reassures me softly, her voice filled with empathy and support.

"Oh, right," I respond, recalling the interruption. "The doorbell rang, and you were here." I pause briefly, collecting my thoughts. "We pulled away, and it got a bit awkward. But then today, I kissed her again, and she said she wants to give it a shot."

Rosé's eyes widen with interest. "Oohhh," she exclaims, leaning forward eagerly. "Yesterday was eventful, huh? Tell me everything! How did it feel?"

I smile nervously, feeling a mix of excitement and bashfulness under Rosé's curious gaze. "It was... really nice," I admit, my voice tinged with happiness. "I think we both want to see where this goes."

Rosé grins, nudging me playfully. "That's awesome, Y/n! I'm happy for you." Her teasing tone softens into genuine warmth. "You two make a cute pair."

"Thanks, Rosé," I say sincerely, grateful for her support and enthusiasm. "It means a lot to have you here."

Rosé chuckles softly. "Of course! Now, don't keep me in suspense. I want all the juicy details."

I laugh, feeling relieved to have Rosé's upbeat energy by my side. "I'll keep you updated," I promise, feeling more confident about sharing my feelings with Lisa.