I was mad. So I wrote something instead of editing. I just choose a random couple, okay. I'm really tired right now.
Once upon a dreary day, he had fallen asleep. His red eyes slowly slip into the safety in the darkness near the edges of his mind.
When he had woken up, he was greeted by tears. Coffins. Blood. Bodies.
There a little girl crying that day. She was in the middle of the room.
Once upon a dreary day, he had fallen asleep again. This time it was forced, his sleeping. It wasn't like the last time.
When he woke up, he met an angel of death. An angel. Of the Abyss. An angel.
She was beautiful. Was. She had such a deranged smile. Deranged. Her name was like sweet and yet, un-Alice.
Her name was Alice. It was sweet. It was deadly.
She whispered promises to him. She was singing a beautiful song that only he can hear. Then she took his left eye, a token for hearing her sing. She'll grant his wish if he grants hers.
Once upon a dark day, he had fallen asleep. Peace was what he called it. There was no noise, no light, no way out.
When he woke up, a little girl was in front of him and a man with glasses.
Everything was gone. He had awoken to a nightmare.
Once upon a bleak day, he had fallen to sleep. Something dreadful has happened.
That person, on top of the tiled black (but there is red) floor, is there. That person, the one he cares the most (does he care about him at all?), is on it. That person is dying.
That person is dying. That person is dead.
Where exactly is he in this mad world?
He is fighting, he is resisting, but he does not scream. Because screaming isn't like him.
And when he wakes up, he's greeted by a pair of golden concern. It was the most beautiful thing that he has ever seen.
He asking him questions of worry and doubt. He cannot answer him, for words are suddenly lost in his throat. When he gives out a (forced) hearty laugh, he's only greeted by a tight grip of his right hand.
He'll look up and stop, before smiling lightly and drifting back to his normal position.
Except its different.
It wasn't because of the hand that rested against his cheek, or the eyes that belonged to that hand, those golden beautiful eyes. It wasn't because of how his head seemed to immediately hit his chest or how those arms wrapped themselves around him, holding him carefully yet securely.
It was of how he felt through all of this.
Break Xerxes, a man once Kevin Regnard, finally felt safe. He has finally felt protected.
Once upon a morbid night, he had fallen asleep next to an angel, wrapped with his beautiful dark wings and piercing gold eyes.
And when he will wake up, his angel will still be there. And he… he will still be there too.