"What about Angel? You feel like an angel to me, without you I would've gone insane today" he smiles lightly.
I don't like his idea, but I let him be, after all, I was the one who told him to decide what to call me. I was just not expecting to be called Angel, I'm far from what an angel should be "Suit yourself".
"Do weird shadowy people always talk like you?" Like me? What does he mean by that? "You sound so... uninterested" he smiles tenderly.
"No, normally 'shadowy people' are more vicious and angrier". Well, at least Ben and Blacky are like that.
He hugs his legs and groans in pain due to the sudden movement "I want to leave this place" he starts crying silently "I-I want to be what my father wants but I-I just can't" I don't know what the hell he's talking about, and I don't know why the fuck is he telling me this, but I guess he just needs someone to listen. Why is it that even in my dreams there are people that need me to listen to them? I'm not the best at giving advice, brain. Can't I just dream about a meadow with lots of trees?
Every time he talks, he hugs his legs closer, which results in him groaning in pain and bleeding from his wounds. Why do I feel this urgent need to hug him and take care of him? To heal him and pat his head?
We kept talking, he didn't talk about anything specific about himself like his family, but he told me his favorite color, his favorite dessert, his childhood dream, he told me his favorite book, and his favorite pastime. It feels nice talking to him, he fills the conversation for the both of us, he talks and gives me time to reply, and he doesn't rush my answers either.
His voice is like a nice warm breeze, a clear reflection of his kindness and strength. He has an imposing aura around him, but he's not rude. If I have to describe him... he's like a tree, a tall wide tree with branches ready to cover those around him, offering protection and love in the process.
I don't know for how long we talked but I wished this dream wouldn't end, I like being around him, it's soothing in a way I can't explain, a sensation completely new to me. I lean my head on his sides, he's so tall I can't reach his shoulder, even when I'm sitting next to him. His arm envelops me and hugs me closer to him.
"This is nice, even if it's weird" he smiles and he blushes lightly again. I feel my heart slowly raising again. What is that? This is a weirdly realistic dream.
He looks at me and opens his eyes wide "Blonde hair?" he whispers lightly. I tilt my head; can he see me now? "You look young" he smiles faintly, and I nod.
Now that I think about it, I don't know his age either. I point at myself "17" and then point at him.
He chuckles "Damn, I feel like a pervert" I look at him curiously "I'm fantasizing about a 17-year-old" he explains himself...
I frown... no way... right? I shake my head, no, don't go there.
I keep my finger up, still pointing at him, still waiting for his reply. He smiles, a small but happy smile, the first happy smile I've seen him do "25". I nod.
"Pervert" I whisper, and he giggles. I feel my cheeks hot.
I keep staring at him, he has sharp factions on his face, completely different from his kind demeanor but weirdly fitting. Is this what it is to find someone handsome?
He picks me up out of nowhere and sits me on his thighs, pushes my head until it's resting on his chest, and envelops me with his arms. His head rests on top of mine and he sighs in relief.
"I can actually touch you, so I have either really gone insane or you're real" he chuckles.
He's trying to sound calm, but I feel his body shivering "or this is a dream" I say calmly. At least I know it's a dream. I nuzzle in his chest, it's warm.
"...e...!!!" I flinch. What was that? A distant voice at the back of my head is calling me. Is that Jos's voice? I think it's time to wake up. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, time to go back to reality.
"haaa~" I sigh annoyed "I can't help you" I hug him. He's so big I can't hug him completely, but I guess a hug from a small person is better than nothing. Yes... I can't help him... but I will at least heal him.
I have no ghosts around me, but this is a dream, it should've been fine even if I do this alone. I feel the familiar energy leaving my body, the cold feeling that comes with using it, the mist appearing around us, and his injuries closing.
I wince in pain... this... it hurts? but strangely it doesn't hurt as much as normal... what the hell?
He looks at his body, the injuries closing. I look up at him "What...?" he gasps "are you doing this?" he looks at me and I nod "You said you weren't an angel" he giggles, and I frown.
Being called Angel is annoying, but strangely... I don't hate it. I feel the burning sensation in my throat, and I start to cough. Blood escapes my lips; this feels way too real... no... no way... right?
"...LLIE...!!!" Jos's voice at the back of my head gets louder. Am I bleeding in real life? This has never happened before.
"No" he gasps "what is happening to you?" he looks scared, but he's not scared of what's happening around us, he's not even worried about himself, I can see it in his eyes. He's worried about me.
"...It's time to wake up" I hug him closer "It was a nice dream" I whisper. I couldn't heal him all the way but at least the worse injuries are healed.
I slowly close my eyes and then open them again. My body feels heavy, everything hurts. I sit up immediately and start coughing loudly.
"ugh... coff.. coff... ugh" with each cough blood comes out, thick black blood falling from my mouth and landing on my shirt.
"ALLIE!!" Jos tackles me and hugs me tightly. Jos, I appreciate you're worried, but this hurt. I start patting her back.
"Jos, let go of her! We're way too strong for her!" Lucas shouts and pulls her away from me, I start gasping for air and continue coughing... this is weird... why am I coughing? I did heal him but... it was a dream. It wasn't real, I shouldn't be bleeding.
Let's say it was real, even that wouldn't make sense, if it was real and I actually healed him, why am I only coughing? I healed him without any energy either from ghosts or from the living, I used my own energy so how I am only coughing? The recoil should've been way worse than just this...
"Allie, are you ok!? Here, we brought you burgers!!" Jos shouts and starts to stuff my mouth with a burger, I start munching on it, it's yummy I didn't eat much yesterday so this taste like heaven... even if I'm eating a burger for breakfast.
After I finish eating, I look at her "burgers for breakfast?" I ask curiously.
"...Allie... it's 3 pm" I almost choke on my spit, I'm lazy but I don't sleep that much, especially since yesterday I went to sleep early, also I'm used to Blacky waking me up, so I normally don't wake up this late... could've been because I healed him? Was it actually real? It... it felt real…