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16| In My Dreams (Final)

(A/N: i am so upset that this story has to come to an end but it must end because i am known to drag on stories until they are overkill so i must cut it off here... ENJOY)

Music: Goodnight Moon (by Go Radio)

*Ricky's POV*

       "Who are you?" I couldn't possibly even begin to describe how tightly i was gripping his hand, as if that little gesture would urge him to remember me. It didn't. The dull ache tingling my back ebbed stronger.

      "No, no, no" I bit the fleshy part of my swollen lips (plump from anxiety). "This isn't happening." I sucked in a deep breath, expanding my lungs until they stung from the previous lack of oxygen. My eyes wandered up to the painfully bright flourescents, because anything was less painful than looking at this man (or just recently turned man) who has no recollection of anything even though he's spent the majority of his life watching me grow up, growing up with me really. 

        "Ricky?" The soft voice sent shivers down my spine, but it was only my mother calling my attention from the door of the cold hospital room. Her eyes were turned down, mimicing the sympathetic frown on her lips. "Can I speak to you in the hallway?" Her eyes were glued to the sticky floors, horribly attempted to be mopped up by lazy hands at the cusp of midnight. My mother's wrinkly hands, almost etched into by age, gripped her purse ever so slightly.  I released my lip from inbetween my teeth and nodded shallowly. 

       "You-I should have told you this years ago," The hallway was crowded with doctors going over patients files and having lively conversations about their kids and recent vacations, coffees perched in their uncaring hands. "Your father wasn't human... i didn't know it back then, but i should have. It's so obvious now." Her nervous laughter only made me feel more on edge. 

        "He told me the day that you were born," She continued, "that he was a demon, but a demon that could transform to an angel when he wanted to... He was the only one that could do that..."

         "Why didn't you tell me?!" I clenched my teeth, balling my fists because i knew if i got too angry then i would start to change again. "You let me live my entire life thinking  was 'normal' when i'm really this beast." 

       "Oh, honey, you are not a beast." She put her hands on my shoulders as if that would make me feel better. It didn't. "He mainly passed on his angelic DNA, he told me that too." Her smile was almost contagious... it's too bad i was immune.

        '"So, " I glanced back at Chris  who had fallen asleep soundly. "Is it true?"

          "Is what true?"

          "That my father is his father too?"

          She smiled so happily that the sharp points of my nails started to sink into my palm. "Honey, your father is definitely not his father. Your father, after, you know... making you... had to go back to his world to hide, and in order to do that, He pretended to be Chris's father since Chris's real father had died when Chris was born."

           "How does Chris not know this?"

           "He was young, surely he didn't remember." I looked down at her hands on my shoulder and willed the single tear to not fall from my eyes, but it did. I couldn't stay with her any longer. I was tired and my body was reflecting that so i went back to my assigned spot on the lumpy hospital chair where my eyes almost fluttered shut.

      "Ricky..." A low voice mumbled, rough and harsh. "Ricky..." The voice spoke again but added a faded chuckle on the end. I covered my ears because i knew that voice all too well. It was Chris's voice, just a little less bass, and i knew that it had to be all in my head. He doesn't remember you, Ricky, just get over it. "My Ricky." The voice sounded all too real, too in my face, and it was driving me crazy... Until i realized that it wasn't in my head. Through my groggy, blurry vision, i could see Chris murmuring my name while he slept, murmuring it like he remembered exactly who i was. 

        "Chris." I shook his arm eagerly until his eyelids opened slowly.  "Chris, you said my name..." I smiled. 

          He smiled back, a toothy grin, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "I see you in my dreams." I didn't want to get my hopes up, but oh god i did. "I see you giving me cookies through this slotted door, and i see you picking out your clothes, theyre always black."

         "You remember that?" I looked into his hazel eyes and i never wanted to look away.

          He nodded and smiled to himself. "Do you still dance to that Shakira song?"    

          I blushed feverishly and chuckled. "Sometimes." He looked different, his hair darker, his eyes not red, human like hands, no wings. He wasn't a demon anymore, but he was still my Chris.

          "I can't believe you remember me." My heart pounded in my chest because i was scared that if i pinched myself that i would wake up, but i didn't. He grinned, grabbing me gently by the collar of my shirt and pulling me until i was mere centimeters from his lips, then he pushed his plump lips against mine.

           "You seem kinda hard to forget, My Ricky." 

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AAAAAAND its over, i cry lol jk but of course as one story ends, another will begin, but this time i need your help...  

UPDATE: so i just posted the first chapter of my new story "The Four Horsemen (Angeless) and i would love it if you would go give it a read since that's going to be my main story from now on!

UPDATE #2 (9/8/17): So I'm actually writing a while new cricky story that is based off an original idea that I had been starting to write on my other wattpad account and now have decided to make it a fanfiction so when i post the first chapter, be sure to check it out! It'll be called "He Haunts Me"

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