Staring at the bedroom ceiling, awake. The moonlight shone on the carpet, in a silhouette of a window. Why couldn't she sleep? Although she got a conclusion on how she felt about her home, these strange things that haunt her mind, those dreams, don't let her sleep. May heard a rustle, seeing Owen, reading. The moonlight shined on him, in a clear light.
Owen turned to her. "Can't sleep?"
May got up, squinting. "I should be saying that to you."
"You still have something on your mind, right?"
May sighed. "Who are you, Claire?"
Owen chuckled. "Well, I'm no Claire, but I always have trouble sleeping whenever I have something on my mind."
"Do you really want to know?"
"Well, you're not gonna sleep if you don't let it out."
"Come outside. I need some air." She turned, standing up from her bed.
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May opened the door outside, taking a deep breath of the chilly, night air. A dim light above the porch illuminated the clean, wooden bench.Owen sat down. "So, what's going on?"
May continued to stand up. "Oh, just weird dreams I've been having. Really, it's silly. I can't sleep because of them."
"Oh, is it a nightmare?"
"No, it's these two dreams. Both disturbingly vivid. One is a nightmare, the other is just a... Dream. Actually, it's nicer than a dream."
"What happens in them?" Owen asked.
"Well, there's this one where I head out to the living room because I can't sleep." May slowly sits down on the bench. "So I get a cup of milk. But, I turn around and there's this shadowy figure with red eyes."
"Shadowy figure with red eyes?"
"Yeah, just darkness with red spots where it's eyes were supposed to be. So, I try to reach for a knife, but I can't move. There were chills all over my body. Like, pins and needles."
"Okay... What happened after that?"
May put her hand on her forehead. "I don't remember exactly, but I think it said something about 'both are here, now I end them', or something."
Worry flashed across Owen's face. "But, it was just a dream, right?"
May scooched closer to him. "But, that milk cup was sitting in the exact same place I put it. On the table when I woke up. So, I started doubting myself. Was what those red eyes said real?"
"The cup? Oh, that day! That was when you were feeling off, right? I was wondering why that cup was there."
May chuckled. "Jeez, you still remember that. Thanks, I guess. Those red eyes felt familiar, actually. Like, I felt that chill before..."
Her mind flashed to her planet burning. No, not the houses on fire, just the fire. She remembered staring into the flames at one point. In the blazing flames, she saw rubies? No, not rubies.
Red eyes.
May got up, running through the street.
"Hey, hold on! What's happening?" Owen got up, chasing after her.
May just followed the street lights. Running as far as she could. It hit her like a bat, the realization that the red eyes burned her home. That same chill, creeping on her spine. She frantically looked around, trying to make sure those red eyes weren't watching her right now. She tripped, scraping her knee and falling on the stone path.
Her legs wouldn't move. "Move, dammit!"
Then May realized her legs were coated in the same chill. Creeping up her legs, to her arms, to her entire body. She couldn't move. It got stronger, and stronger. Her vision was getting hazy, and the street lights got darker and darker...
Blue? Something blue was in front of her. Looking closer, it was a flower. A blue rose.
"May? What happened?"
Owen was squatting, holding a rose in front of her face. One of those blue roses from the garden.
"O-Owen?" She stammered. "But I thought those flowers wilt once you pick them-"
"I thought that too. But, I forgot to mention most of them wilt, not all of them. It reminds me of the miracles that can happen. This flower never wilts, even without water. I thought, erm, it would cheer you up."
The chills on her body grew fainter, and fainter. "You came after me?"
Owen smiled. "Of course! Jeez, you had me worried when you ran off like that."
She found herself staring into Owen's milky blue eyes, that shone in the moonlight. They gave her a sense of comfort and reassurance, that gave her the strength to get up.
May pushed herself back up, with the strength she got back. "The red eyes..."
"What about them?"
May wrapped her arms around Owen, crying in his shirt. "R-Red eyes burnt my home! In the fire, the red eyes..."(ironically i was listening to hellfire when i wrote this also this was really embarrassing for me to write)
Owen was shocked. "U-Uh, May?"
May continued to sob. "T-The red eyes! My home! M-My family!"
Owen squeezed her closer, stroking her hair. "Don't worry, it's gone. It won't hurt any of us. It won't hurt you any more..."
May backed away, rubbing her sleeve on her eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, it's gone. It's gone..."
Owen chuckled. "Sheesh, you're still a crybaby like the first time we met. But, it's been hard, huh?"
May nodded. "Y-Yeah. I can't b-begin to t-tell you."
May wiped the tears off her face. The chills were completely gone. Her mind was clearer, and she could see without tears clouding her vision.
"Hold on!" May blushed, stepping back. "What did you do?"
"What?"
"Y-You tried to hug me!"
"What?! No, you came in when you were crying out of nowhere! I didn't know what to do!"
"Noo... You definitely tried to hug me!"
"You were the one who suddenly threw your arms around me!"
May backed away. "I would never do that, not in a million years!"
Owen took a deep breath. "Okay. How about we agree nothing happened?"
May nodded. "Yeah. Nothing happened, especially my breakdown."
"Don't worry, it'll be our little secret."
They both started to head back, following back on the stone path that May ran on.
"You know, I've been having a similar dream. A shadow with red eyes is fighting this strange light with blue eyes. But, unlike you, I didn't feel the chill."
May turned. "You saw the blue eyes? Me too! In another dream, I was in the flower garden..."
May felt so much better, after a good sob. But, most of all, she was glad that Owen was there for her.
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Good Things To An End
De Todo"These events are not at all based on Earth in any way, shape, or form. This story tells about what we missed. What we could have been."