Deaths Fate

Chapter Seven

I had already come to the conclusion that the only time I would see the unknown man would be in my dreams, there was no chance that I would ever let him get close to me in real life. I couldn't do that to myself or to him. Even though I had slept most of the day, I had tried to get myself to fall asleep early, because if I had fallen asleep then the emptiness that was starting to creep back in would disappear for a little bit.

I had laid in my bed for over two hours, eyes closed, and the blinds shut but was unable to get myself into a spot that was close enough to sleep. I was too wide awake, there was a part of me that was almost excited to sleep so I would get the chance to hopefully see him. I wanted to feel the way that he had made me feel. Yet, sleep was not in the cards for me right now and feeling disgruntled I had pulled myself up from my couch and made my way to the kitchen to see if I could find something to eat. I hadn't eaten in almost two days and my stomach was churning in hunger.

I looked through the fridge, then moved over to the pantry and let out a soft sigh because I barely ever ate, the cupboards were bare and so was the fridge expect for some expired dairy products. I would need to either go grocery shopping right now or would have to DoorDash something before everything closed. I didn't want to go grocery shopping right now though, so that left ordering take out. I opened the app on my phone and skimmed through the different food options but nothing sounded good.

After a few minutes of careless scrolling, I shook my head and set my phone back onto the counter not having ordered anything. It was almost nine pm on a Saturday, I still had a few hours to decide before most of the places closed. I would give myself this time to sit and work on one of my sketches, maybe that would help put me to sleep. Drawing had always relaxed me, and it was a good past time. I made my way to the couch and grabbed my iPad from the coffee table, just as I was starting to sit down my door bell rang. The sound echoed through my nearly empty house, and I almost dropped my iPad in shock- no one ever came to my house.

I set my iPad down and tentatively made my way to the stairs, who would be at my house so late at night? I made my way slowly down the stairs, trying to peek out through the top of the window on my front door but it was too dark to see anything. If my landlord wasn't so old school we might have had some motion censored lights but we weren't that rich over here.

My hand grabbed the handle but I hesitated unsure if I should open the door or not but then the familiar scent hit my nose. Without thinking I swung the door open quickly and saw that he was in fact standing there, holding a box of pizza and a bottle of pop. Had I actually fallen asleep and not known?

"It's you," I said awkwardly, folding my arms across my chest. I couldn't help but think of my dream and the way that he had held me and touched me affectionally, the words that he had spoken. My cheeks started to flush and I hoped that he wouldn't notice. "What are you doing here? And how did you know this was my house?"

"Hey, it is me. I had thought of you after I had grabbed food and didn't know if you had eaten yet. And, I thought this might have been yours because you had been standing in front of it yesterday." He answered, it was a simple enough answer, of course I should have figured he would have thought it was my house I had been standing in front of.

"Oh," I responded, searching his face for anything that he could be hiding but not seeing anything. He seemed sincere enough. I tapped my toe against the floor gently as I bit on my bottom lip. Hundreds of thoughts flitted through my mind as I stood there staring at him, trying to figure out what to say or do. I was not used to being put into this kind of position.

"So, would you like to have a late dinner with me? I don't think I can eat this all by myself." He displayed the pizza for me to see, as if I hadn't already seen him holding it. There was a part of me, a really big part of me, that wanted more than anything to invite him in and sit down at my kitchen table and eat pizza with him. Maybe laugh and joke around about things that I had never laughed and joked around about, but the image of the garden from my dream popped into my head. Everything that I had touched, died. Even as much as Dream Him, held me and told me that he would save me, I didn't know how real him would hold up against my demons.