The Harsh Fantasy and the Beautiful Reality
by Mariye
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Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters here. So why do I do this?
So I can write disclaimers, for disclaimer writing is my true calling.
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I've been told reality is harsh.
Cold, cruel, and ready to stab you in the back at every turn.
Fantasy is the things dreams were made of.
And dreams were always the happy escape from the terrible truth.
Yet in my dreams, in my fantasy, I was tormented.
Plagued by nightmares.
Images surrounding me and flashing past.
All of them showing me the worst possible situation.
But no one would think I would see that.
I'm the cheerful one.
The princess.
The angel.
But when I was asleep for so long,
and asleep so hard, like a princess in fairy tales.
I didn't experience the pleasant dreams everyone else talks about,
that everyone else knows and loves.
I had nightmares.
Of sorceresses and evils you couldn't possibly imagine.
And of emptiness and solitude.
I was terrified and only wanted out.
I wanted it to end so I could go home.
People think it is nice to be able to sit and think.
They should be trapped, comatose,
able to hear people around them and want to scream out,
but instead be stuck in silence.
I dreamt of losing him.
The one who meant the most to me.
I saw him fade away. Disappear.
And I hated it.
I wouldn't accept it, and searched and searched.
Then I woke up.
For a while, it seemed fate was mocking me.
I was floating alone in space.
I was going to die alone, and lose everything.
Then I heard his thoughts. And I saw him.
He came for me.
He saved me.
Reality has always been sweet.
Reality is where I know he will always be.
To make me feel safe.
My friends are here for me.
And in reality, I know that I will never be alone.
People will always be there to save me.
And I will not have to stand idle
and watch while they are hurt.
I can save them.
My mother used to say that while dreams could have their moments,
If you paid too much attention to them,
you wouldn't see the beauty in everything around you.
She was right.
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[the end]
[this is kinda just some Rinoa reflections.
I mean, I know if I had been in a coma-like state
caused by an evil sorceress,
I probably wouldn't be having happy dreams.
Besides, sometimes reality does seem kinder than dreams.]
by Mariye
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Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters here. So why do I do this?
So I can write disclaimers, for disclaimer writing is my true calling.
=======
I've been told reality is harsh.
Cold, cruel, and ready to stab you in the back at every turn.
Fantasy is the things dreams were made of.
And dreams were always the happy escape from the terrible truth.
Yet in my dreams, in my fantasy, I was tormented.
Plagued by nightmares.
Images surrounding me and flashing past.
All of them showing me the worst possible situation.
But no one would think I would see that.
I'm the cheerful one.
The princess.
The angel.
But when I was asleep for so long,
and asleep so hard, like a princess in fairy tales.
I didn't experience the pleasant dreams everyone else talks about,
that everyone else knows and loves.
I had nightmares.
Of sorceresses and evils you couldn't possibly imagine.
And of emptiness and solitude.
I was terrified and only wanted out.
I wanted it to end so I could go home.
People think it is nice to be able to sit and think.
They should be trapped, comatose,
able to hear people around them and want to scream out,
but instead be stuck in silence.
I dreamt of losing him.
The one who meant the most to me.
I saw him fade away. Disappear.
And I hated it.
I wouldn't accept it, and searched and searched.
Then I woke up.
For a while, it seemed fate was mocking me.
I was floating alone in space.
I was going to die alone, and lose everything.
Then I heard his thoughts. And I saw him.
He came for me.
He saved me.
Reality has always been sweet.
Reality is where I know he will always be.
To make me feel safe.
My friends are here for me.
And in reality, I know that I will never be alone.
People will always be there to save me.
And I will not have to stand idle
and watch while they are hurt.
I can save them.
My mother used to say that while dreams could have their moments,
If you paid too much attention to them,
you wouldn't see the beauty in everything around you.
She was right.
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[the end]
[this is kinda just some Rinoa reflections.
I mean, I know if I had been in a coma-like state
caused by an evil sorceress,
I probably wouldn't be having happy dreams.
Besides, sometimes reality does seem kinder than dreams.]