Ours- Colby Brock

Epilogue

I woke up.

I started to get up when I noticed that I was crying.

Wait...why?

I got up and smiled when I saw her in my bed.

God..how can someone be so perfect when they're sleeping?

I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

My hair was a mess, I had bags under my eyes and tears on my cheeks...some dry some not.

I turned on the faucet and began washing my face.

When I dried myself I went back in the bedroom, laid down next to her and watched her sleep.

That's kind of creepy but it's not my fault she is this adorable.

I took my phone from my nightstand and started messing around with it.

After some time I heard a yawn and smiled.

''Morning.''

She said in her beautiful morning voice.

''Morning. Did you sleep well?''

I asked.

''Yep. You?''

''Eh. Fine I guess. I woke up in tears.''

I said.

''Aww why? Did you have a bad dream or something?''

She asked.

''Probably. I can't remember thought.''

I answered.

She hugged me and for some reason I remembered my dream.

Sydney was a psycho. There was knifes and blood...

Why would I dream that? My brain is messed up.

''Im gonna go make breakfast.''

I said as I was getting up.

''Okay.''

She said.

As I was walking down the stairs she ran to me.

''Yeah...I'm going to go make breakfast. You go in bed.''

She said with a slight worry in her voice.

''Sydney....You can't even cook.''

I told her.

''I can still make cereal. Go up.''

I smiled at her and went to the kitchen.

''Colby....Wait!''

But her words were a little late.

I saw the bloody knife on the counter...

...was it really just a dream..?

The End.