him her

future

"you know, i had this dream.." he pondered to his wife, wondering if he should tell her.

"oh really, love? what was it about?" she smiled, climbing onto his lap, handing him one of the two coffees she had just made.

"it was about us, of course.
it was a very.. strange dream. im not sure i liked it.
i cant remember fully well of what it was all about, but i do know..
i would never want it to happen." he looked down, as she observed his fluttery, dark eyelashes hitting his high cheekbones.

"go on." she lightly smiled, pulling his face up.

"me and you, well, you and i.. we-we hadn't really met, you know? but i dreamed of many things. it was so realistic- but, anyways.
i dreamt of your point of view, even our parents.
i dreamt of my mum having a stroke,
i dreamt of my father falling apart,
i dreamt about your parents, and their hatred for you.
but, most importantly? i dreamt of you and i, jumping off a bridge together." he flinched, and watched her.

Arendela slowly smiled, as one tear dripped down her face, and she lightly traced from his forhead to his chin.

"Arie? Arendela, why are you crying?" he fumbled over his words, worried that he had hurt his darling love.

she opened her mouth, and her eyes grew frantic as she was unable to talk.

"Arie?! Baby, say something!" he teared up, and she started slowly disapearing.

everything was disapearing, his home, his perfect life, the walls, even his dog.

he was trapped in a dark room, closing his eyes and reciting a prayer until he woke up.

realizing, that, yes. everything was real. he was still in the dirty cot, he was still in the same hospital gown, his mother was still dead,

but, in a way, most importantly.

arendela was a lost soul.

still.