Just to ensure you still have content from me, here's an excerpt from the second chapter of Never Too Late's newest draft! Feel free to let me know what you think!
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Waking up was the worst thing about a nightmare.
Sure, the nightmares were graphic and intense, but the best part was that they were dreams. While in the grasp of whatever realm the dreamscape created, you believed every little detail it threw at you. You never even think twice. Hell, you hardly think once. The dream feels so real whilst you’re in it that you think that the dream is your reality, and that’s the magic of it. You get to escape the harsh agony of what’s real when you sleep. True reality can’t touch you while you’re unconscious.
The dream’s world can hurt you all it wants but at the end of the day… An eternity of suffering there is infinitely better than the pain of waking up. Because then, you must face the truth. You must face the reality that what happened… happened, and there was nothing you could have done to change it. You were weak and powerless, and everything about the real world reminded you, every day.
And that is why you escape. That is why you turn away and hide from the light. Because at the end of the day, you are nothing. And no amount of toiling can fix that.
So, you let the drams haunt you, and you let your memories infect you. What other choice do you have?