A.N: I have no idea why I wrote this.
Breathe
Breathe in. Breathe out.
This was a dream! This was a dream wasn't it ? God damn it, it had to be a dream ! But why wasn't it falling apart already ?
Arthur had no idea what to do for the first time in last five years. He was the planner, he had made every detail as real as it was.
This was a dream and the reality was still out there. He just needed to wake up.
He smashed the mirror down.
This was a dream,yes they had made their dream come true. The perfect hotel room with no time problem at all, this was the perfect first step for a happily ever after.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
This was a dream. This wasn't true, maybe they were under stronger sedatives than they had expected.
His hands were soaked in blood, his blood.
He wasn't feeling any pain.
There has to be pain you idiot ! Maybe the dream was falling apart slowly than he anticipated. Maybe he was thinking too fast. This was as much as a dream as flying with no wings.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Just be calm Artur, this is only level one you guys have done this a million times..
There was no pain, none.
Something wasn't right. Something, somehow…
Breathe in…
Just clam yourself for one damn second.
There was only guilt.
He fell to the ground.
Breathe out.
Sobs shook his fragile body.
His pants were soaked in blood.
Her blood.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
She was lying there.
Her hair now wet with blood.
Oh sweet, dear Ariadne. Only at the age of twenty-five. Her beautiful face scarred with the hints of instant shock.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Knife was in his hands.
But he had to wake her up. Yes, yes this was a dream.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
She was dead.
She was waiting for him.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
He had killed her.
No he had saved her from the dream.
She was waiting him to wake up so they could continue from where they left of.
The decision he had made was instant, desperate.
Then suddenly, breathing stopped.
There was only blood.