Guardian

Dream

I looked afar, smiling at the sight of the clouds separating before me. It was all the same. I was flying, suspended in the air, feeling the soft caresses of the wind. In perfect timing, I felt a strong grasp wrapped around my waist. I sighed feeling him leave soft kisses trailing down my neck.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I replied.

In that moment, I was happy, utterly happy, but also, I became aware. I was aware that I was dreaming, remembering all the other dreams like this, I frowned. As if on cue, I felt his grip on me tightened. I looked ahead to see smoke filling the air instead of the white, harmless clouds.

My eyes widened, noticing that the school was on fire. We were being attacked by demons. I reminded myself that I was dreaming, but a part of me didn't listen to my thoughts. It felt real. It felt so real, with the harsh heat blasting against my face as we neared, and the shrieks of help.

I forgot momentarily, that I was just dreaming, drawn in by the chaos, but then I remembered...too late. He was here.

My guardian stopped at the sight of the Demon King, already getting into position to sacrifice his life for mine. I felt his power magnify, as well as his strength, but the Demon King wasn't threatened by this. He kept his eyes on the prize.

I shuddered feeling his eyes pour into mine.

Sadly that prize was me.

He smirked, and that's when everything turned for the worse.

...

Breathe.

In and out.

Something so simple, but something that was becoming difficult these days.

I felt the familiar ache in my chest, the gaping hole left open as I awoke. I let out a whimper as the remaining fragments of the dream flooded my mind. It hurt every single time. It hurt being pulled away from him.

I did the only thing that gave me relief. I pried out my diary from my nightstand drawer, flipping the pages that were inked with all my dreams. I let out a sigh as I came to an empty page, knowing that soon it'll be filled with an added dream to the collection.

It was a dream that I have seen before. 23 times to be exact, I relived it so many times that every moment was ingrained into my bones, but yet, every time I was caught surprised. Every moment  with him never felt repeated, it always felt like the first time. I felt alive until the demon king came.

After jotting down my thoughts, trying to find any differences from the past 23 times only to see none, I laid back staring at the ceiling lost in my own thoughts.

A maddening grin broke out onto my face. I laughed at how crazy I was. At how I remotely even considered that these dreams could be real. They sure felt real.

I've seen myself live dozens of variations of me. Changing features, height, character, abilities, but some things remained the same.

I shuddered as the first similarity came to mind. The demon king, somehow in my dreams I was destined to fight, the key into defeating the demon king, however I died every time I tried. At least I thought so. Reincarnated again and again to the next thing that stayed the same.

My angel.

He was captivating, each life of mine recognized the bond we shared. Each time I had recognized him for who he was, and he the same. He never faltered in being as he always was, brave, strong, dependent upon, very much the warrior and prince he was destined to be.