✰𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝✰- 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

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✰𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:✰

I woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning with a racing heart and sweating hands. I had another nightmare and I'm sick of them. They're usually of the same old things and this time it was another thing about Dally dying. I'm tired of seeing him dead in my mind, it's getting exhausting. I think the image of him in that state is going to be a new reoccurring thing for me. The image of him in Charlottes place, stabbed to death in his white but now blood stained tank top. This nightmare also included me getting dragged off to the hospital though. It was the exact same thing, I was begging and pleading for them to let me say goodbye but this time it was to Dally. It made me sick to my stomach still when everyone stared at me like I was a broadway act, like I was a freak show. It angered me how everyone acted like me wanting to say goodbye was completely unreasonable and laughable for the hundredth time.

I assumed that I kept dreaming and thinking about Dally because he's new in my life. This nightmare had to have occurred because I fell asleep on him. I didn't want to think of any other possibilities as to why I was dreaming about him.

Even though it's the same old nightmare it still scares me every time, it feels so real no matter how many times I've seen it. It's like rewatching a jump scare and still getting startled by it, I know what's going to happen but it still makes my breathing rough and my heart rate increase.

I jumped off of Dally impulsively out of fear and accidentally woke him up in the process. I felt my sore and aching body as soon as I stood up. I wondered how much of it was from sleeping on the old couch and how much of it was from everyday life. My foot still hurt from dropping the glass bottle on it and you could see small purple bruises wherever there weren't bandaids. The mark where my dad burned me with his lit cigarette looked worse than it did yesterday and I felt shameful of it for some reason. My back, shoulders, and legs hurt as well from sleeping on the old and worn down couch. With us both sitting on the same side you could practically feel yourself sitting on the springs, never mind sleeping on the same springs. My eyes felt sore and tired as well and I hoped my face would be alright from sleeping in my makeup.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes upon being woken up so early. He also rubbed his forehead roughly with the palm of his hand, I assumed he either had a headache or just general pain from sleeping on the old couch. Once he got his vision clear he took a look at me and could immediately tell that I was freaked out about something. I was embarrassed once he asked, "Hey what's wrong?" I didn't like that it was clear that I was in distress, but his voice sounded really nice in the morning.

If I'm honest with myself I wanted him to comfort me. I craved comfort a lot of the time but I knew it was just a wish as I would never receive something so silly. I wanted him to hold me close and tell me that he wasn't dead. I wanted him to take off his shirt and convince me that there weren't any stab wounds on his body. I wanted to be in his arms and hear his heartbeat until I was calm and collected enough. But that's just me being delusional, something like that will never happen in real life. Besides I'd never admit my gruesome nightmare or my friend passing away to him, especially since it's so soon but also because I didn't want to burden him. I didn't think I'd ever tell him honestly but especially not when I don't trust him, we did just meet a couple of days ago.

"It's nothing I just had a bad dream you know. I should really get home though my dad is going to kill me, but I'll see you soon remember?" I said. I mostly wanted an excuse to get out of there but my dad probably would kill me, or at least beat me for a bit. "Yeah, do you want to meet at the diner at 12pm?" He asked me. I nodded my head in response and turned to exit the building by the front door. I heard him get up from the couch behind me and before I knew it he grabbed onto my wrist gently. I was still in the process of walking and his grip on my wrist was very loose so his hand ended up slipping down into my hand, causing us to hold hands. I was embarrassed upon realizing that my hands were probably still sweaty from the nightmare I was having just a few minutes ago.

He pulled me in by the hand that he was holding and I stopped before I could bump into him. He continued holding my hand and leaned down to get closer to my face. I was confused and nervous upon realizing that there were a couple options of things that he were about to do. I would prefer to wait for a kiss on the lips but I didn't want to jump to conclusions or give him the wrong idea about anything. I would kiss him, but at a better time. I'd want to be at ease and honestly I'd prefer to initiate it, but I don't think I'd be the one initiating the kiss if the guy I'm kissing were Dally.

My mind and body was put at ease when he kissed me on the cheek. I was still confused why he would do such a thing but I was more thankful that he didn't jump to a kiss on the lips just yet. He kept his lips on my cheek for a few seconds and I could feel my cheeks get hot but I couldn't tell if my face was turning a shade of red or if it was from his breath on my cheek. After taking his head away from mine he pulled me in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and I tensed up from the unexpected contact and from being so close to him specifically. I was sure that he had felt me tense up and I hoped that it didn't put a thought into his mind that it was something that he had done. I was nervous to give him the wrong idea about anything.

I stayed tense for a few seconds until he started gently rubbing my back with one of his hands. The movement calmed me and I somewhat melted into him at that moment. I loved physical touch from mostly everyone except for a couple people. I think I came off as clingy most of the time and maybe I was but I still love physical affection. I hugged him tighter and hoped that he would understand that I liked what he had just done by my body language. His hug seemed to calm my running mind from my nightmare as well, now all I wanted was for him to do it again.

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