Divine Justice [Editing]

5. Lovesick Dreams (EDITED)

I'm in a large field, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and an oversized T-shirt, but this shirt isn't mine, though. It smells wonderful, though. Like melted chocolate and strawberries.

I'm walking, and each step I take, I can't help the smile that's on my face. I'm walking to someone, and that someone is a man. A man that has the same scent as the shirt that I'm wearing.

I can't place where I've seen him, but I feel like I've known him my whole life. I'm smiling at him, he's grinning at me, as I'm walking to him. He grabs my hand, and stares at me lovingly.

"You look gorgeous, as always." He says, and I feel my cheeks heating up.

"And you look dashing, like you always do." I say to him. I wasn't lying, though.

He was wearing a black tuxedo, and his brown and slightly curled hair was messed up. It looks like his hair hasn't seen the barber in a while. It suits him in the best way.

"You're going to spend forever with me, right?" He asks me, and I smile at him.

"Only if you spend it with me." I say to him, and he gives me a Cheshire cat grin.

"Always."

"I love you." I said before I thought about it, but it didn't feel wrong because I truly felt it inside my heart.

"I love you more." He said to me, and I smiled at him.

"I can't wait to see you again." He said, then I was confused.

See me again? I'm right here with you!

"You have to wake up, mi bonita peligrosa." His melodic voice said, and then I was pulled away from such wonder and peace.

"FUCK!!" I yelled after waking up.

"Son of a bitch!!" I cursed again before getting up and going to the bathroom, and the mirror just showed how angry and annoyed I was.

How could I have had such a wonderful dream, after two fucking years of dreaming the same thing? Worst of all, I had to wake up from it.

It was a paradise.

My paradise.

I finally felt loved, and I was able to love someone who is supposed to spend the rest of his life with me, but it all turned out to be a fucking dream.

I need to expel this anger. This annoyance. I need to--

"I hope you know what you're doing because I'm feeling the urge." I said aloud, knowing full well that she can hear me.

Fight it. The voice in my head said, and I immediately got annoyed.

"Look here you damn... just get me three blood bags, if you can, please?" I asked aloud.

"These blood bags?" I heard a voice behind me, so I didn't bother turning around to know who it is.

"Thanks Destiny, although I'm supposed to be angry with you for making me dream so wonderful then yanking me out of it." I said as I grabbed one of the blood bags and began slurping it.

"No, darling, I'm not the Master of Dreams, I'm the Master of Fates, remember? Dreams aren't in my criteria." She says, then I sigh in frustration.

"I didn't know that. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, darling. How's the blood?"

"So fucking good." I said before taking the second bag and began slurping that one.