you're such a dream to me...
not your typical love story.
inspired by Ariana Grande's r.e.m & the movie Baby Driver.
Chris Brown story ❤️
i suck at descriptions but the story speaks for itself. I PROMISE!
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Date: February 8th Time: 5:55 AM Location: Vegas, Nevada
"Last night boy I met you Yeah, when I was sleeping You're such a dream to me And it was on a day like this Yeah, if you can believe If you can believe You're such a dream to me."
The new house was quiet in a way that felt earned.
Boxes still lined the hallway corners, half-open and waiting to be touched when the time felt right. Jazelle moved through the space slowly, choosing what to unpack based on feeling, not urgency. Gage's toys, a few kitchen essentials, and small frames holding only the memories she chose to carry forward came out first. Everything else had been left behind in Miami. What came with them was intentional. Clean.
Each room still echoed slightly when someone spoke. It didn't feel cold, though. It felt like a life learning how to breathe again.
Downstairs, Rabbit had taken over the basement, organizing records, wiring speakers, and slowly returning to a rhythm that had been missing for months. He needed structure. He needed calm, but not too much space. Blaze and Jazelle had already agreed before the move that keeping him close wasn't just about safety. It was about rebuilding what hadn't broken all the way. Zyra's attic space remained untouched, waiting for her return during school breaks. Everyone had a place. For now, that was enough.
Upstairs, Jazelle curled against Blaze's chest, their bodies tangled beneath thin blankets, the hum of Vegas streetlight filtering through the blinds. Everything about this place was unfamiliar. It didn't feel that way, though. Not with him. Not anymore.
Her breath fell in rhythm with his. Safe. That's what this was. Not borrowed. Not conditional. Just safe. Hers.
There were no ghosts in the walls. No creaking floors to warn her of footsteps she didn't want to hear. No doors kicked in. No voices screaming her name like a threat. There was quiet. There was warmth. There was him.
"I never thought I'd get here," she whispered, her voice soft as steam rising off honey tea. "But this feels like home. With you, it always does."
She hadn't slept this deeply in years. This wasn't survival sleep, the kind where your body rests but your mind stays up, replaying pain like a loop. This was surrender. The kind of sleep you don't get until your body believes the war is truly over.
Her thoughts drifted somewhere between memory and possibility. She saw her reflection in the kitchen window that morning, hair tied up, Gage's food bowl in hand, laughing when Blaze wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder like he couldn't help himself. She saw Rabbit's face light up while unpacking his vinyl crates. She saw Zyra's pink heart sticker still pressed to the attic window from her last visit.
Dreams folded over her reality, gentle and slow.
She didn't dream of monsters or chase shadows down endless corridors. Her mind gave her something warm, quiet, and the steady rhythm of her own breath finally free from panic.
