Within the same space, two hearts find themselves drawn to each other. Stelle and March 7th share their feelings, thoughts, and missions about the Silver Star. But when words can't describe their feelings and there were many challenges for them ahea...
A cold sweat clung to my skin as I jolted awake, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to my mind. My heart pounded in my chest, the fear and panic from the dream refusing to fade.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow of the stars outside the window. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure of where I was or why my heart was racing so fast. But then I felt it-the warmth beside me, the steady presence of March.
I turned to her, my breath hitching as the memory of the nightmare rushed back. It had felt so real, so vivid. In the dream, I had lost her-lost everything. The fear that gripped me was like a vice around my chest, tightening with every second that passed.
"Aren't dreams supposed to come true?" I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of the fear I couldn't shake.
March's eyes fluttered open, and in the dim light, I could see the concern etched across her features. She shifted closer to me, her hand reaching out to gently brush my cheek. "Stelle... nightmares are just that-nightmares. They don't have to come true."
I wanted to believe her, but the fear of losing her, of losing everything, was overwhelming. The dream had been so real, so vivid, that I couldn't shake the dread it had left behind. "But what if... what if they do?"
March's hand slid down to take mine, her fingers warm and reassuring. "I won't let that happen, Stelle. We'll face whatever comes together. I promise."
Her words were like a balm to my racing heart, but the fear still lingered, a dark cloud that refused to dissipate. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing, but the image of that nightmare was seared into my mind. The thought of losing March, of her slipping away from me, was too much to bear.
March and Stelle at that time:
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"March," I whispered, my voice barely audible, "I'm scared. I don't want to lose you."
She squeezed my hand, her touch grounding me in the present, pulling me away from the terror of the dream. "You won't lose me, Stelle. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."
I nodded, but the fear still gnawed at me, making it hard to breathe. I felt the tears welling up, hot and stinging behind my eyes. "But what if... what if I'm not enough? What if I can't keep you close?"
March's expression softened, her gaze filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache. "You are enough, Stelle. You've always been enough."
The sincerity in her voice, the unwavering belief in her eyes-it was enough to break through the walls I had built around my heart. The tears spilled over, and I couldn't stop them, couldn't hold back the flood of emotions that had been building up inside me for so long.
March didn't say anything, just pulled me into her arms, holding me close as the tears flowed freely. I clung to her, burying my face in her shoulder, the sobs shaking my entire body. It felt like a dam had broken inside me, releasing all the fear, the pain, the loneliness I had been trying so hard to ignore.
And through it all, March just held me, whispering soothing words that I barely registered, her hand gently stroking my hair. She didn't push me to explain, didn't ask for details-she just let me cry, let me release everything that had been weighing on my heart.
When the tears finally subsided, I felt exhausted, drained, but somehow lighter. March was still holding me, her presence a steady comfort that I hadn't realized I needed so badly. I pulled back slightly, looking up at her, my vision blurry from the tears.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying.
She smiled, a soft, gentle smile that made my heart ache in a way that was both painful and comforting. "You don't have to thank me, Stelle. I'm here for you, always."
I nodded, too tired to say anything else. I let her guide me back down to the bed, her arms still wrapped around me, holding me close. As I drifted off to sleep again, I clung to that promise, that assurance that I wasn't alone-that I wouldn't lose her.
But even as I fell back into the depths of sleep, the fear still lingered, a dark shadow on the edges of my mind. The nightmare might have been just a dream, but the feelings it had stirred up were all too real.
