"An analytical and torturous loop." - A Dottore × FEM!Y/N fanfic.

PROLOGUE

"Dreams are for the irrational fools of Sumeru, remember that."

I had just turned eight at that time, sat upon my father's lap while we were positioned near the table.

"They hold no value in our nation of wisdom."

My hands were sticky from the baklava I was eating, greedy as I was and eager to consume as much of the dessert as possible. My ears pricking at the sound of dishes clanking with water running, warm light was spilling from the doorway to the kitchen, signifying my mother's presence there.

"[y/n], are you listening?"

"Sorry, pa."

I tried to sit still on his lap, the baklava within my small palms was just one bite away from being gone. To my disappointment, my father plucked it from my hands and placed it on an empty plate on the table. I remember how I wanted to voice my complaint at that time but begrudgingly stayed silent as I bowed my head low.

"You're eight now, [y/n]. Hopefully you'll stop dreaming soon and be a completely compliant daughter for your mother and I."

My father kept talking about how dreams were non-sensical or rather trivial, that I would be a great student in the Akademiya, and everything else that made it seem my life was planned already from start to finish.

He always seemed obsessed of the thought that one day, I'd lose the ability to dream and finally mature.

Many birthdays came and every time they asked if I still dreamed, I gave the same answer : "Yes, I can still dream."

This caused my father great annoyance and anger, going as far as to endlessly fight my mother about the topic of my ability to dream. When I came to be the age of eighteen, they asked once more. This time I answered quietly. "No."

I could not forget the breath of relief, followed by the expression of joy on my father's face. My birthday was spent with a lively atmosphere, the table as always during such events, were filled to the brim with food. My mother even made sure to make me a whole plate of my favorite dessert. They even said I'd finally have the chance of being one of the best students at the Akademiya due to this revelation. I could only weakly smile with a plate of baklava within my trembling hands.

For I was as happy for their excitement about how I reached the time of my life where I finally matured. . . . .I lied.