Warning in advance: this story will contain massive angst, graphic gore(?), and most likely death. Please turn away from this book for now if I mentioned one of your triggers. Proceed at your own risk.
(Dream)
Everything could've been so perfect.
Everything could've gone better than this. You know this.
The voice in my mind wouldn't shut up as I knelt on the floor of my room, coughing and hacking up blood and flower petals. I knew my life's basically over. The only being that could save me just perished, and hell knows if he'd reincarnate. So I'd have to sit here, coughing out my non-existent lungs, hoping the sickness would finally finish me off.
You should've stayed true to your feelings. It's not wrong to fall for a mortal. Why did you deny your feelings? Why did you keep telling yourself he doesn't return those feelings?
And the voice wasn't making this any better. I really could've prevented all this, but... No, I was just an idiot, there's no mercy for idiots like me. I messed up everything-
My train of thought was interrupted by another harsh wave of coughs and hacks, combined with raspy, wheezing attempts to breathe. This sickness was certainly giving me the suffering I deserved. A long, painful death, where I just barely clutched onto my life. I'd lose this grip soon, I knew that.
(Ink)
I woke up, in what appeared to be a huge hall, gently enlightened and carefully decorated to look nice and inviting. Welcome, new Dreamgazer. Ink, isn't it? Dream is awaiting you.
A voice in my head spoke, and a little yellow light appeared in front of me. It floated a bit ahead and stopped, seemingly wanting me to follow it. I got up from the floor, which was covered by a soft carpet, and stepped forward a little. The light seemed to quiver, as if I understood it's request. I proceeded to follow it, and it led me to a room, before disappearing again.
Only you can help him.
The voice from before said.
From inside the room, I could hear brutal sounding coughs, interrupted by disgusting raspy wheezing sounds, as if the person inside was harshly struggling to breathe. Despite me not really wanting to see who's inside, and getting grossed out by these horrific noises, I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door, looking inside to see...
Dream...
I almost stumbled toward him, wrapping my arms around him and picking him up slowly. I then franctically looked around, before rushing outside, trying to find someone to help, all the while leaning down to Dream, quietly whispering sweet nothings into his non-existent ear, before feeling myself break down, realizing no one else is around to help.
I fell to my knees, holding onto Dream, who had quieted down to just heavy breaths, often interrupted by quiet coughs. He was dying, I knew that. I didn't know what the voice was talking about, telling me I was the only one to help him. Out of my mind, I continued whispering comforting words to Dream, feeling tears well up in my eye sockets.
His breathing slowed down. Not much longer...
After a few seconds, I started begging. Begging for him to stay with me, begging for help. The last sentence I uttered changed Dream's expression, however.
„Dream, I love you... please... don't leave me..."
He even responded, his voice sounding awfully raspy and on the verge of cracking.
„I... love you too Ink..."
He weakly spoke, before closing his eyes, his breathing dying down, until it stopped. I crumbled down completely, clutching onto Dream's lifeless body, crying out into the corridor. Though, deep inside I knew...
I was responsible for Dream's death.
// So it's barely 600 words but I accidentally poured my non-existent soul into this and made myself sad at school. Hanahaki hurts bro.
Anyway, here's my great start to this absolutely random abomination of a oneshot book. With a start like this you know it's gonna be good.
That's all from me for now!
Chao out!
