I could lie. I could say the hardest thing of all was dealing with the pain & the darkness without any alcohol. To do that would be to destroy the last remnant of him. Of what we had. Of what we were. Of what I destroyed. Of what I lost.
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Jason bolts upright, muscles coiling, body rigid, mind racing. His chest rises and falls as he desperately tries to get air into his lungs, depraved out of shock by his nightmare.
Whilst there is no cold chill in the room, he still feels it in his bones. For a moment his eyes still see the icy walls of an alleyway, hearing his own cruel words echo in his mind.
It all fades, to a very familiar, comforting and homely place.
The crimson blanket tossed against his legs feels too warm. He kicks it off as he slides his hands down his face, trying to fight down the fear and shock.
"Jay?" He hears her whisper, feeling her hand rise up to rest against a tense bicep.
He turns, panic clear in tired eyes. All of it drains away however when he sees her. Sky blue eyes as loving as they had always been, skin soft against his, smile just for him.
Venus tilts her head to the side slightly as she rises up from the bed beside him.
"Are you okay?" She asks, voice just above a whisper. The tone calms his racing heart and makes his lungs feel like they have air again. Slowly, he slides back down, sinking into their plush mattress with his eyes on her.
"It was just a dream," she smiles so softly is makes his skin tingle in a comforting manner and his blood cool down.
"Right," he nods, watching as lean arms reach out to him, "just a stupid dream."
Like coming home, he moves into her embrace as if it were a vital resource of which he had been deprived. She cradles his head to her chest, stroking his hair, kissing him on the forehead.
"It was just a dream," she repeats, making sure he understood. The words make him smile against her top as he shuts his eyes, losing himself in her presence and jasmine scent.
"I know," he admits quietly, feeling like an idiot, "It was...more like a nightmare. I dreamt you killed my mom and that we broke up because of it. I mean, you were dating Kalie and I was with Rose. Knew it had to be a nightmare then."
Perfectly manicured nails gently drag along his scalp as she laughs. Jason pulls back to stare up at her adoringly, taking in those high cheekbones and long lashes.
"It was just a dream," she repeats, winking down at him, "I'm right here, idiot."
The comment makes him laugh, before he leans up and kisses her once, twice, then settles back down into her embrace, drifting off into a place whose gates only she opened for him.
"Ana bahabek, Jay," she whispers, but it sounds far away. Distant. Gone.
Suddenly, Venus' luxurious bedroom becomes a stingy crime alley apartment, the light is coming from the computer monitor and her soft embrace is an empty bed he desperately clutches the blankets on.
