He fell asleep, quietly wondering about what he had seen. His dreams consisted of flashes of golds and smudges of brown. He was floating in the clouds, finally happy. She was with him, comforting him, telling him promises of a better life. All of his potential was resting within him, and he refused to see it.
Even when he was staring directly at it.
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
