❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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SHE WOKE UP IN THE MORNING, ORANGE SUNLIGHT CREEPING ONTO HER FACE AND HER ARMS WRAPPED AROUND STEVE HARRINGTON. His forehead was pressed against her cheek, arms curling in at his stomach as if he was trying to protect himself. His face was soft and peaceful, but Sar could feel the pain that dripped off him in waves. She blinked at him for a second before pushing herself away.
She had indeed kept her promise during the night—hovering in his dreams like a ghost in the wind. He had never permitted Sar to be in his dreams before, and they were as beautiful as she expected. Sunrise deserts and days lounging by the lake, of a summer's evening. She'd found herself present in more than one of them—Sar thought herself had never looked so beautiful as she did in his dreams. He imagined her as an angel, all golden hair and glowing skin, grinning constantly and eyes more the colour of a wild ocean than of a stretch of sky.
He'd had a single nightmare—only one, though it hadn't had anything to do with Nancy, or heartbreak. It was the demogorgon—something she found which was present in all of their dreams, like whenever Nancy requested for Sar to guard her sleep, or Jonathan, a monster which even though dead, still kept them awake beneath the moon. Sar had stepped out, as she always did, into the dark moonlight to see a reflection of herself, though much more frightened. Dream-Sar had been holding Steve's arm, bloodied and raked with cuts as the demogorgon backed them towards the wall of a house, she knew not where. Steve had looked at the real Sar as she walked out of the shadows, hair floating around her. She knew he'd remember that—her presence in dreams always made the owners' recall it. His dream version of her scattered into ash as she appeared—no longer in need—and Sar had moved towards the demogorgon, which roared at her.
The demogorgon had always frightened her, in real life and in her own dreams, but here... in somebody else's dream... this was her own world. She walked up to the beast with her hand outraised and touched its glowing chest with the palm of her hand. It made a low noise and its body became ash in a summer's sky, as if dawn was rising in the room. Orange light burst from beyond her fingertips and it scattered into ash, blowing away in an invisible wind, like flakes of burning flames. Sar had left just as quickly, and knowing she had ridded Steve of a nightmare, had fallen into her own sleep. What a shame she could guard everyone else's nightmares but her own.
Sar slowly slipped off the edge of the bed, grabbing her boots from the floor and tugging them on, blinking in the morning light seeping through Steve's open window. She pulled on some spare clothes that were kept in his house. The girl grabbed Nancy's dress from the laundry, which had soaked enough. She'd put it in the washer when she got home and hope for the best. She considered leaving Steve a note but thought the better of it. The sun was only rising over the trees when she jumped in her car.
The lights in her house were already on when she returned, reflecting off the lake behind. She could see her father's silhouette through the window. He was smoking inside, she noticed. The girl unlocked the front door and walked into the warmth of her house. She passed her father nonchalantly, making her way to her room. Sar heard heavy footsteps following her as she threw her things on her bed. Her father leaned his body up against her door, radiating anger. "Where were you last night?" he exclaimed.
