14 parts Ongoing Mature"I can't do this anymore," he whispers, the weight of his hands leaving my body.
"Do what?" I ask, panic rising within seconds.
"This," he motions between us. "I can't keep pretending that this is real."
My heart drops.
He's the only thing keeping me together right now.
The one person I look forward to spending my nights with, to dream with.
I don't care if he isn't real, or if I'm falling for something I might never experience in my waking life.
It's real enough. It's something I have for myself.
"Don't do that," I mumble, scared that if I talk any louder he'd disappear.
"I don't want to spend my nights with you anymore," his voice breaking.
I want to crawl in a hole.
"I don't want to make jokes with you, laugh with you, or even hold you." Each word of his is slicing me down to the bone.
"Please," I whisper.
"I don't want to see you anymore. I don't want to hear your voice anymore," his voice is ringing in my ears now.
His body shifts away from mine and I'm reminded of why I'm single. Of why so many dates and exes are left in the past.
This was my home. My safe place.
But I deluded myself into thinking that this was real.
That what I had was something more than a dream, a fantasy.
I didn't want to believe that he was fake.
But I created him with my own imagination.
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Scarlett Moore. A university student trying to make it past the struggles of life, friends, and a love life labeled hell. But to her aid, a man from her dreams clouds her mind and a little too much of her heart.
Every night he visits her, comforting her from a cruel world and harsh realities. The life she lives with him in her sleep becoming a little too real.
Just how attached is she to a man who isn't even real?
What happens when she can't tell the difference between a memory and a fantasy?
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