Alice shrieked as she woke up from the dream, an endless torture, endless pain. What was this horrid nightmare she went through? Two weeks ago, she thought this was just a normal nightmare, but as she suffered from it again and again, she almost felt madness rising up in her. The blood flooding the room, the crows, picking an innocent girl's flesh. How could she dream such disgusting things? The Englishwoman felt her cheeks glowing in shame , although no one was near her, except for her fiancé Francis who was actually sleeping. Tears of anguish rushed down her red cheeks and she whimpered in unconsciousness what was going to happen next. Cherie, what is wrong?", someone suddenly whispered into her ear. The crying had probably woken him up, so Alice thought. „Darling, tell me...", he continued, but Alice wasn't able to speak, it was more a driveling, and so, the Frenchman just understood „Nightmare." He tried to supress a sigh, but he failed and as the emerald eyes stared at him in disappointment, the blonde asked her: „Don't you want to go to a psychiatrist or som-" „NO!"
Interrupted by Alice's shout, Francis slowly wrapped an arm around her, whispering softly to comfort her. But that made Alice just more melancholic. She clung close to him, letting all out, crying, sobbing. And the fiancé meant: „It'll be fine"