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Sweet Dream

The visions had plagued her slumber for several days now, the dreams willing away any fantasy of true rest. [Name] saw a younger version of Itachi killing the man who laid beside her, arms protectively wrapped around the [body type] female. He was her lover, her saviour, her Itachi. There was a nagging fear in [Name]'s mind that Itachi was a sweet dream and that her nyghtmares were the only reality. The man had promised her otherwise, using his strong and lean body as an earthly distraction for a few passionate hours. Yet, the dreams remained the same. Even worse? Itachi seemed to be growing colder- in his temperature and in his behaviour.
One morning, Itachi kissed her [hair colour] brow and mumbled a farewell. This naturally woke the tired woman with confusion and instant disdain. Where was he going? When would be return?

"It's alright, [Name], just look into my eyes," Itachi kissed her lips one last time.

And then he disappeared, leaving his true love behind in the bed meant for two as she laid in a trance of his special design. Her nyghtmares would never unsettle her again, her mind now enveloped by the sweet dreams that were crafted by the tender Uchiha.

[Name] would be forever in her happiest moments, eternally unaware that Itachi's spirit had left this world.

She'd only "wake" when it was her time to join her beloved in the Netherworld.

And when that fateful moment arrived, she would feel no pain or terror.

[Name] would only feel the bliss of waking from a sweet dream.