Your POV
~dream~
I was running through the streets if death city, being chased by-well, I didn't know. I just knew I was running for my life. I turned a corner down a dark alley way and ran to the end. Oh no, I thought as the person approached, this is the end. As I backed up to the wall, I saw a man with white hair slice the creature in half. "S-Soul?" I quivered. "Why did you kill that....thing?" "Because," he said, coming closer, "I wanted to kill you myself." His arm turned into a black and red scythe, identical to mine, and sliced at me. Just before I was cut in half, I woke up.
~end of dream~
"AHH!" I screamed, gripping the sheets, "DON'T HURT ME!" "Y/N!?" Soul ran in with his scythe arm but, somehow, I knew his intentions weren't to hurt me. "S-Soul," I cried. He ran over and hugged me, his arm back to normal. "What's wrong?" he asked, stroking my hair. "I-i had a n-nighmare." I repeated my dream to him and Burt out crying, burying my head into his chest, feeling safe under his touch. "Shhh, its okay. I'm here. I would NEVER hurt you. If I did," he bent his head down to my ear, "kill me."
