Every morning I wake up with a different woman with no memory of them. I was getting bad. I made up with grell atleast. I started smoking again though. It was like a retreat for me from all that had happened from the weeks. Alice never forgave me though, I didn't blame he as I would have done the same. Every day I felt closer and closer to death. I remembered my dream I had before all of this had happened, when I was in the coma. I remembered how grell looked when I woke up. How she had loved me. How she glowed after everything that had happened. Wait. I looked over from my desk to see grell and Ronald yelling at each other. I could hear some of it but the bit which confused me the most was when ronald had yelled at her "he deserved to know everything." Which grell responded by yelling, "He wouldn't care. He would want nothing to do with it or me. He doesn't love me."
I wondered what what was was all about and who were they talking about. I knew it wasn't my problem but if someone was happening with grell then I would like to know who I am to kill. But why is Ronald involved? Surely that's important seeing as Ronalds always right. I could hear grells voice again, "Yes I still love him. How could I not. I've loved him from the start. Hes my everything. But he doesn't love me the same. He would be happy if I died." Her voice was muffled out. I was appalled. Who would do this to her? Why would they? I was so confused. I knew this could only go one way, badly. I held my breath hoping to hear a name, nothing. Ronald left her in front of my door. She started fixing her hair and makeup in a small mirror in her pocket. She went up to the door like she was going to knock on it before backing up. She looked like she was scared of coming in. She made herself look perfect and she came to the door. I have never seen her so scared before. Somthing awful must have happened for her to be this reluctant to come in. She hesitated. She slowly knocked on the door. I came to the door so it would be easier for her. She looked so scared and that she hadn't slept in a week. I got her a chair and didn't look at me once. I didn't know what to do, I could tell that she wanted to tell me something.
"W-Will?"
"Yes." She couldn't say what she wanted to say. Tears started to fall from her closed eyes. I held her hand as she trembled, "Its all right. Your alright." I said to her like she said to me when I had woken up from the coma.
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just a dream (grellium)
Romanceif words could be broken down what could they say? If never letting go could be a death sentence, most of us would be gone. it would be weakness to kill a rose and strength to spare it, but your actions can never be broken, even if it's just a dream.
