The Boy From Their Dreams(under rewriting)

*°*°Chapter one°*°*

have you ever dreamed about someone you don't know? it is very wierd if you ask me. Why should your brain come up with random people? It would be dumb. But what if it wasn't?
Everything that happens happens on purpose. There is no such thing as coincidence one said once. But how can he be so sure? Is he old and thus more wise than we are? I can't tell you because i don't know that man.

But what happnes here is probably not a dream nor a coincidence. Fate wanted for them to fall. Fall so very deep they could not get out. And they fell for something they despised so very much. It killed their loves ones and friends. Then how could it be?
Did fate only want ro play a prank and play with their emotions before shattering reality and thus their heart again into a million pieces?
Or could there really be peace for once in their miserable life?

They were of course al tired fighting off human eating monsters. But it had to be done. Or there would be no tomorrow.
They wanted to life. And they would fight for it. Even if it cost their life.

But what happens when they go to bed? Are they still on high guard or can they finally let go?

The answer is easy.

They dream. Dream about their loved ones and friends. But also about the so very bad things that happened in their lifes.

Then what was this boy doing in their dream?

Was he a friend?

A loved one mabye?

Someone they saved?

A poor soul that has been killed because they were to slow?

Who was he?

And why was he here?

He seemed so familliar but the demon slayers couldn't remember him.

He filled their hearts with a warmth they only knew in childhood, before everything went downhill.

He out them at ease in times they could not rest.

He was their anchor of sanity.

The one time they could let go.

The one time they could cry and nobody would hear them besides him.

They could cry into his shoulder and he would not look at them with a dissapointed glint in his eyes.

He would not say anything.

The boy from their dreams was only there ro comfort them. When no one else could.

He knew what was going on in their heads. They didn't even have to say what they could not.

He knew.

There were no lies he didn't see through.

He could make out fake smiles from the real ones, which were rare these times.

He never said much.

Only held them close. Or rubbing circles on the back.

And when the slayers woke up and didn't see the boy near they were dissapointed.

Something was missing but they didn't know what.

They couldn't remember the face of the boy who comforted them.so many times in their hopeless life.

And if they tried they were met with distorted voices and glitching faces. Everything had a milky shine to them. Like fog over the memorie.

And they only wanted to remember the boy to keep smiling for everyone who couldn't.
To be the hope for al who gave up.
To be a food last defence against the demons that roamed the streets and woods.

But how could they if they themselfes had given up?

How?

Well of course with him.

The boy.

But only one thing changed.

There he was.

In his flesh and bones.

He existed.

He was there.

And everyone fell even more.

So so much more than they already had.

And they didn't mind.

They had finally somethung to hold on.

And they wouldn't let him go.

Never

Ever again

There was only one tiny problem.

He was a demon.

And thus he had contact to the other demons.

And the endless fight begun a new.

Only that now they fought for a boy. That happened to be in their dreams every now and then.

to be continued...🌸