Bart's P.O.V
~A couple hours before~
I fell asleep, Y/N on my mind. There was just something about her, something that made her stand out amongst the other girls. It wasn't a bad thing, it was just something that made her easier to talk to. I fell in to a deep slumber, imagining her beautiful E/C eyes. But these thoughts of her, they quickly morphed in to something else.
~Nightmare~
It all started in the past, where everything first began. I was back in my own time, a place I would rather forget.
Then, it all disappeared and I was back in the present. Y/N was there. We were sitting on my bed, her eyes staring in to my own. But, something was wrong. Her facial expression, it wasn't accompanied by a smile of any sort. She looked in to my eyes with a glacial stare, one of disappointment.
"Bart..." She stated. "Why didn't you tell me?"
My eyes widened at this, this couldn't be happening. She could only be referring to fact I was from the future. This, this was one of my biggest fears.
I took in a sharp breath, not knowing exactly how to explain. "Y/N, I didn't know how."
"I don't think that's why." Y/N claimed. "Did you not trust me, trust me enough to tell me? Did you think I wouldn't understand? After everything, I thought we had something."
"Y/N..."
"No!" She shouted, suddenly angry "I don't want to hear it!"
Then she walked away, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoed throughout my nightmare, then it changed.
I was kneeled on the ground, kneeling over her body. All I could do was stare at her lifeless body, her bloody and empty body. I held her in my arms, tears running down my face.
"Please...come...back!" I screamed, each word ripping my throat raw.
~End Nightmare~
After being consumed by this nightmare, I couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears poured out of my eyes, followed by a series of loud sobs. I didn't care if anyone could hear me.
Then as if my thoughts were heard, the door creaked open. It opened quietly, but I paid no attention to it.
"Bart?" A voice whispered.
I could recognize that voice anywhere, it was her voice. It was Y/N. I didn't dare look her in the eyes, it would only bring back more pain.
She came over to me, wrapping her arms around my torso. I laid my head on her shoulder, not caring about anything else.
"It's okay Bart." She reassured. "I'm here."
Her words felt so comforting, causing us both to sit there as if enjoying the moment.
"Y/N." I called, finally mustering up the courage to meet her eyes. Her eyes that were once again full of life.
"Yes, Bart?" She replied, allowing me to keep leaning on her shoulder.
"Thank you."
"No problem. But what exactly happened?"
"I had a nightmare." I stated, a serious look imbedded in my features.
"It's alright, Bart." She comforted. "It wasn't real."
"I know, but it felt so real."
Tears threatened to leak from my eyes as I spoke, the nightmare replaying within my mind.
"Oh, Bart." Y/N cried, sympathy filling her voice.
She then wrapped her arms around me, tighter. I allowed her to put her head in the crook of my neck, and I laid my head on her shoulder.
Being with her felt so right, it felt as if we were meant for each other. We stayed in this position for a while, until she started to get up. But I didn't want her to leave.
"Y/N, please don't leave." I begged, wrapping my hand around her wrist to stop her in her tracks.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." She smiled softly, resuming her position beside me.
We sat there for a while, until I felt my eyes starting to get heavy. She kissed me on the forehead, which took me by surprise.
"I love you, Bart." She claimed, probably not knowing if I could hear her.
Those were the final words my ears picked up before I drifted off. Does she really love me, do I love her? These were the thoughts going through my head, as I fell asleep once again.
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