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A New Maid And A Beautiful Bachelor Dont Mix :[10]: So Sick

The depths of the sky appears like the color of the roaring sea . My heart was filled with warmth as the sun cascaded down my body like a heavenly summer day. I found myself laying in a open field with sweet smelling wild flowers all around me. The wind carried the scent of the wild flowers into the air, which floated far and wide with tiny seeds of other plants dancing with each other as though they were in a play.

This was such a nice dream compared to my past ones. This dream..was just so carefree. I could stay here forever with this wonderful feeling spreading throughout every inch of my body and never go back to my old life.

I can't pin point the place, but it felt so familiar.

Like home.

"Evett" I hear a familiar voice call to me, its velvety tone brushing against me ear. Its invisible breath sending chills down my spine.

"Dagan?"

The next thing I knew, I find my whole family beside me. My mother, with a rare smile caressing her lips, over looks the land before us where Jasmine and George went out to the divine fields that now surrounded our home.

The voice in which I could have swore was Dagan's died long ago, leaving the chills to rest as I sit with my mother, admiring the scene.

Though I can not hear the words, I can clearly see mother and I sharing a pleasant conversation. It puzzles me to see her eyes; her usually cold, distant eyes seem too welcoming and content.

This was true paradise.

My family, was finally together, and we were all happy.

Glancing up, I gave my best smile towards my mother, which she returns with a similar one that matches my own. If only this was reality. If only I can be this content with my mother and siblings.

Yet..

We weren't.

Just like that quick realization, everything began to dissipate into the air. My dream life, my happy moments were slowly fading as my family become an uproar of harsh expressions and moving mouths that showed detest. Though the voices were dead, they still tried to express the gruesome exchange of hushed yells and cries.

My little world was cracking, and the old nightmares of the true reality were leaking out into the dense space of time.

I remember my father, his death, the augments that took place, and something else that was rearing its ugly head again.

The image of a boy stood before me, growing rapidly into the form of a young man around my age. His back was facing me at all times while my eyes grew large with each passing second.

My stomach lurched forward.

He was here, he was back, and that's when I scream.

He was supposed to be gone. He was supposed to stay dead in the darkness of my mind.

This could not be the same boy from my passed that I loved so much. Whom she used to love in other words. My ancient self was gone, along with the memories and emotions that once felt toward this boy, this man.

Though as time comes again, I could feel the sensation of comfort that used to welcome me so.

There was another thing I felt at this moment. A feeling I've been dealing with for half my life now.

Sickness.

I'm sick of lying to them. I'm sick of trying to cover up everything in life and sick of making my own body a lie.