Hell or Heaven ❦ [𝑫𝑳]

⁵• The Dream

Fifth Chapter
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The Dream

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It was this dream again. This confusing dream.

I've always dreamed about myself, wearing what seemed like Victorian Era clothes, or Lolita dresses as I liked to call them. I was dressed like nobility or royalty of some sort. It was daytime. The sky is beautiful and clear, there are mountains that can be seen from afar. I'm reading a book in a field of buckwheat. I'm sitting on what seems like a soft throw pillow, a cushion. I never thought that a dream could be so detailed.

Back then, I didn't know what I was reading, but as I've kept coming back in this dream, and as I've grown, I could say that what I was reading is a foreign book. The language was obviously not Japanese, it seemed French to me, but I don't really pay any heed to it because that's not the point of this dream.

"Hello, little girl. Are you from here?" I looked above from where I'm sitting and saw a man towering over the small figure of mine. Apparently, in this dream, I am a child.

I shook my head. He thanked me and he started to look around. I couldn't see above his nose. It was darkened, and I don't know why. It was always like this. He has some blackish, brownish hair. It was straight and it almost reached his shoulders. He was also wearing what seemed like a nobility would wear.

I went back to reading, not paying him any more attention. From my peripheral vision, I could see him squatting down beside me.

"What are you reading?" He asks.

I said something, I answered him. But until now I didn't know what it was. But the man will smile at me saying that he had also read the book I am holding.

Then I will ask him to teach me the words I didn't know. Words that a kid hasn't possibly learned yet.

I flipped the page backwards, and pointed a part of it, "This. This is my favourite line. Do you know what it means?" I looked at him, hopefully. He leaned in, reading the part where my finger hovers on.

He smiled, "That is my favourite line too. Would you like me to translate it for you?" He smiled at me, and I nodded vigorously. Then he chuckled and told me how adorable I am. My cheeks redden at the compliment.

He asked me if I wouldn't mind sitting on his lap, and I said I didn't. Which is probably stupid. I mean, he's a stranger. Where are my parents in this dream? Then again, if it is Sebby, I'll control my dream and hug him like there's no tomorrow.

He sat on the cushion, and I sat on his lap. He held the book on his hand, I am staring at him as he smiles while reading it.

"This is what he said when they separated, right?" I nodded at him, then proceed on telling him that they meet again.