"You're so wonderful." I whisper into Julia's ear, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She turns her head slightly so she can brush her lips against my jaw line.
"You're not to bad yourself." she whispers back to me, a typical Julia answer. She never compliments me much, but I know she loves me. I was feeling a little breathless but I pull her tightly against my chest. "I don't know what I'd do without you." I continue whispering, acting like she hadn't just ruined the moment. "Me and you against the world." She confirms, I can see her shadow, she's nodding her head in agreement.
"So are you ever going to tell me what brought you to my humble abode tonight? Or do you need more distracting?" I raise my brows and rest my chin on her shoulder.
"Another fight with the wicked step mother. Same ol' story." She relaxes into my arms, and leans back to catch my lips with her own.
"Princess Julia, whatever will you do? Won't the mice help? What about the dwarves?" I murmur against her warms lips.
"I was hoping the prince would marry me and take me away from that awful castle." She sits up and turns so she's looking me in the eyes.
"Jules.." I shake my head.
"Yes?"
"No." I shake my head again.
"What difference does it make? I practically live here and there isn't anyone you'd rather be with, is there?" I strain my eyes against the darkness and see her roll her eyes. I get up from my bed and search the wall for the light switch, the brightness is a shock and I rub my eyes. This scene is all wrong, this isn't supposed to be happening, this isn't possible.
"B-but Jules, you're dead." My voice is shaking now.
"That doesn't matter Eli." She doesn't look like herself anymore. All her features are distorted.
"How can that not matter?"
"It's easily fixed."
"H-how?"
"Come with me."
"W-What?"
I close my eyes but the sound of her voice is getting louder, she's coming closer.
"Come on Eli, with one little slit of your wrist you could be with me again." I can feel her hands on my back and then tracing my collar bone.
"But Clare." I start to protest, when I feel her hands on my neck I snap my eyes open. She's not herself anymore, not the way I usually remember her. Her flesh is completely rotten, her eye sockets are empty, absent are her lovely dark eyes. "Clare?" She asks, her voice as loud as a scream in my ear. "Who's Clare?"
And that's when I wake up, my forehead is covered in sweat. I run my hands through my hair, it's a tangled mess from all the tossing and turning I'd been doing during the dream. My heart is racing and I but my hand on my chest and take slow deep breath in order to steady it. Another dream about Julia, it makes sense, today is the anniversary of her death. I sit up in bed and pull the covers off my body, the dreams don't usually shake me up this bad. I get up and walk over to the window, throwing it open so I can get some fresh air, all is quiet in the western front. My eyes wonder to the alarm clock on my dresser, it's nearly three o'clock in the morning, not exactly the best time to call Clare. I try to shake the feeling, trying my hardest to keep the scene of the dream from playing over and over in my head. I literally started to shake, thrashing my limbs around to keep from feeling completely numb.