A boy who kills cannot love, a boy who kills has no heart. He was never destined to feel love, but for whatever reason, Dandy chose her. Could she learn to love him?
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Whatever Dandy had planned the next day, it fell right into his lap.
He had unwillingly continued to visit Dr. Feinbloom, knowing that the trips wouldn't last much longer after Gloria's demise. His last visit before Rosalie came back consisted of talking about cannibalism and bathing in blood. Dandy was eager to bathe in more blood, but after startling Gloria and Rosalie the day before, he decided it was best to wait just a little bit longer.
Rosalie had woken up that morning with a headache after spending the entire night tossing and turning in Dandy's bed. He had been startled awake a majority of the night by her whimpering and twitching limbs. Dandy didn't have much experience in comforting another person, but once she woke up a quarter to four with tears in her eyes, Dandy brought her into his chest and stroked her hair as she cried the stress away. He felt terrible that she wasn't on his level yet.
Dandy had brought her breakfast in bed, mainly to keep Gloria from knowing she was there. Angelina had been sent back home the night before, after Dandy insisted he grew tired of her company. Gloria unwillingly sent her away, Angelina asking about sending out wedding invitations for a ceremony that was never going to happen. Dandy couldn't feel sorry for her stupidity.
After breakfast, Dandy took Rosalie into the bathroom while Ms. Johnson cleared the plates. She didn't seem to question the crazy amount of food Dandy requested. Rosalie brushed her teeth and took some medicine for her pounding head as Dandy mentally prepared for the day.
"Do you want to talk about last night?" Dandy had asked, looking at her as she sat on the toilet, rubbing her head.
"I was having nightmares," Rosalie said.
"About what?" Dandy pressed a frown on his face.
"Everything felt real, I don't think it's going to be what you expected, Dandy," she told him, standing up and standing next to him as he tidied up his hair.
"Try me, Rosalie,"
She shuffled uncomfortably next to him, keeping her eyes glued on his head as Dandy neatly brushed it out. Rosalie liked that he had such thick hair.
"Rose?" Dandy said, his tone curt.
Rosalie closed her eyes, "I dreamed of you dying. There were others in the dream, but everything was distorted, I don't know if they were from my imagination, or-" her voice started to quiver, "They murdered you and made me watch."
