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I'm dying. Bleeding to death on the pearly white tiles of my bedroom floor. .
"Well, at least you've got me here right?"
The only light in the room came from the moon right above my skylight. Jasper stepped out of the shadows, his face light with humor.
"You're not really here though. You're just a figment of my imagination. A projection of my own subconscious."
"Ouch. I mean it's true, but still. Ouch." He mocks a dagger to the chest.
"So as my subconscious, got any thoughts on this situation? Like why exactly am I dying in my own dream?" I wheeze, applying pressure on my abdomen.
"Oh, I'm sure you know the answer to that dearie." A familiar voice says from somewhere behind Jasper. "All of this will make sense very soon."
"Verona, I love you. I need you." Adelaide, appears by my side. Her hands pressing onto my stomach, my blood all over her skin.
Why is this dream starting to feel like I'm in some romance novel?
The overwhelming coppery scent fills the room, as her crystal clear blue eyes overflow with tears.
"Adelaide, I-"
"No Adria, I love you. I want you." Jasper on my other side, slips his hand on my cheek. His thumb pressing on my mouth.
What in the actual hell of all hells is going on?
Before I can even begin to process any of this, the entire room and everyone in it disappears.
I'm left alone bleeding from a wound I have no idea I got, in an all white room.
"Oh, Verona. You've always been so much like your mother, especially in death." Vivien's voice cackles as the walls seep black goo.
I close my eyes, and breath in my last breath.
As I exhale, I can feel the goo rapidly swamp my body.
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I wouldn't say I'm a dreamer. If anything I have chronic insomnia. But whatever that was a whole nother realm of insanity.
Why were both Adelaide and Jasper confessing their love to me like I was some fairytale princess?
Who the hell was that voice from?
And why the fucks sake was I dying?
Everytime, I think about it I break into a cold sweat and a visible tremor starts through my hand.
"Niece?"
"Hm?" I drop my spoon. The clanging in the bowl jolts me into focus.
"Is something upsetting you?"
"What do you mean?" I look across to my uncle sitting on the far side of our long dining table.
"You were muttering to yourself."
"Oh, I just have a lot on my mind." Already bored of being constantly watched, I hide my shaky hand behind me and get up.
The chair squeaks against the floor, the only noise echoing against the arched ceilings.
"Niece. Before you go." I stop, with a quick glance to where Moam is sitting. "She's always watching." He slips something small in my hand discreetly, his eyes withholding the goddess knows how many secrets.
I sigh and leave, not bothering to stand in the presence of my dear uncle anymore.
I've got more crucial problems.
For example, my room is a mess and I haven't seen anyone in almost a month.
And by anyone, I most definitely do not mean Jasper or Adelaide. Because thinking about them has been a rare occasion brought on by this odd dream for the past few weeks.
The last time I saw them both was the night of the gala. Which I got extremely shitfaced at and can barely remember.
Except for the conversation with Adelaide, during which I remember her saying she wont give up on me.
Jasper, being ever soi the gentleman, carried me upstairs that night and made sure I was okay.
If I was the average person I would miss them, whilst also being completely confused by the idea of maybe having feelings for the two people I shouldn't ever be with.
But yeah, that would be if I was an average emotionally available person.
Which should be extremely clear to anyone that I am very not.
But if I were emotionally available, that is, I would say that being around them has changed me. Because after all this time of having Vivien's voice in my head, I finally realize that I don't have to be alone.
Maybe I deserve to be loved.
Maybe.