Then I woke up.
I was trembling, tears outlining my face. Most likely the effects of the dream.
The dream. It was just a dream. Just a dream.
Slowly, quietly, I climbed out of bed, the cold floorboards creaked beneath my weight. Quietly, I walked through the halls, towards my dear, sweet Anne-Marie's room. I needed to convince myself it was a dream.
Three light raps on the door; nothing. I pushed the door open, just enough to let me peek in. The bed was empty.
I sprinted to the lavatory the dream was in. There was blood caked onto the floor and counter.
"No... No, no, this can't be real. I-it was a dream. It didnt happen this isnt Real. Not real. Not real. Not real. Not real."
I fell to my knees, rocking back and forth.
Did you really believe it was a dream? Oh, poor Jacky. Lost his young lover. Killed his young lover. Poor, poor Jack.
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Goodbye, My Dear
Misterio / SuspensoJack tried and tried to tell himself it was ok. That it was just a dream. That his sweet Anne-Marie was still alive. That it was all going to be ok. He didn't kill her. He knew it. He'd never hurt her. But who else?
