WARNER'S NIGHTMARE
WARNETTE ONE SHOT
Aaron was finally relieved from his position as Commander of Sector 45 for the night. Exhaustion was dragging him down and the dark circles under his eyes were pronounced deep, a contrast to his pale skin. His legs gave out as soon as he sat on his bed, fatigue pulling him into a deep slumber.
All he could think about was Juliette, her lithe fingers on his skin, making him burn and ache. She made him feel colours, that he didn't know existed. Aaron's blissful dream, not surprisingly, shifted into a haunted nightmare that always followed him like a shadow – his father killing Juliette, Juliette running away from him and the mere thought of it had instilled such fear in him that he jerked awake, his body drenched in sweat, hair matted to his forehead and eyes wide open. Strange, how you could live your dreams and nightmares at the same time.
His hands reached for Juliette beside him but he felt nothing except the cool sting of the night air. He called for her, her beautiful name sounding hoarse due to his parched throat. His eyes appeared haunted as if he couldn't shake off the terrifying possibility of it. "Juliette, love", was all he could whisper before he felt his voice crack. What is a true nightmare, the dreadful dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfying reality that awaits you when you're awake? Aaron was almost certain that she fled just like how she did when he first tried to kiss her months ago.
The soft sound of a person, walking, made him snap his eyes forward and there she was, hauntingly exquisite, her blue-green eyes were pools he could get lost in. Aaron shut his eyes tight, under the delusion that he was hallucinating until he felt warm fingers under his chin. His emerald eyes met hers and he broke right there. He embraced her in a bone-crushing hug as he felt tears trickling down his cheeks. You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer, but you'll still feel them, embossed on you when you pull away.
Juliette soothed the nape of his hair, rubbing warm circles on his back and murmuring reassuring words of comfort. "Aaron, look at me" she said, cradling his face in her hands, "it wasn't real", she whispered, as she promised him that she'll never leave his side. She assured him that she just went out for a walk with Kenji for fresh air. Aaron let her convince him as she he buried his face in her neck. Juliette was his home, if she left, where else could he go? He'd rather die than see her harmed. He saw it once and the thought of it brought a new torrent of tears to his eyes.
Aaron let his body rule as drowsiness engulfed him and he fell asleep in Juliette's arms. This time, fortunately, no nightmares attacked him for she was there, with him, always.
Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares.
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