I was standing in a field, all white flowers. I was in a flowing white dress, and everything was so blindingly bright, I almost couldn't see, but there was one thing. A dark grey mausoleum. It was made of an old marble. I stepped closer, and closer, not thinking about it, my powers. Not anything, just that it was the only thing my eyes could look at. I finally made it to the dark, chipped steps, I climbed them slowly. Making it inside I looked around at the deep inset shelves, and shelves of coffins. There were a few set in the floor too, but one, one was above ground. It was a deep cherrywood , and it was rather long, and I instantly felt a wave of dread pass over me. Who was in that coffin? Why did I care? My mind screamed these obscenities at me as I moved closer, that knot kept getting tighter and tighter. My mind wouldn't tell me who it was, but my heart somehow knew, but wouldn't let my thoughts get the name. it was excruciating, plodding over, bare feet slapping the cold marble floor.
I eventually made it over, stomach shut tight like a lock, mind closing down, as I opened the lid. There was the paler than ever face of Derek Souza.
I shot up in bed, but this time unfortunately, my mind had millions of shots, angles. I had every second, every minute of that dream stored in my mind. I went through it in my head, and I was just opening the casket, when I got it all.
I curled up in a ball and started to cry. No, he wasn't dead. He couldn't be. He was just in his room asleep.
I kept these thoughts going in my restless brain, but the sobs just cut through them, sentences breaking, not even able to think. I stuck my thumb in my mouth. Yes, but it was the only defense. It tears, for the love of-
The door burst open revealing a very worried looking Derek. Green eyes wide with paranoia and tiredness. Crap, I had woken him up with my useless tears. So not my day. But wait, that look on his face was almost… adorable? When the heck did I start thinking Derek Freaking Souza was adorable?
He saw me looking, then quickly straightened and put on his expressionless mask.
"Are you okay?" he asked gruffly, as he cleared his throat.
"Um, kind of, much better now that you're here." I replied with a sigh of relief. Wait that came out wrong.
"Erm, okay," Derek said, eyebrow arched.
"Oh, I had a dream you were…" I remembered my dream then and couldn't help myself. I just couldn't stop, I had to cry.
My eyes were probably so red and swollen I couldn't see, but I didn't care. Someone slid their arms around me. It had to be Derek. No, he wasn't dead, why was that so hard to believe? I wasn't sure, but I tangled my arms around his waist, hugging him to me, not wanting to let go, the warmth helping me calm down. After awhile it was just small short breaths. I lifted my head up, and kissed his cheek. Wait, what?
Derek was just as surprised. He peered down at me with his emerald green eyes. I smiled, and situated myself so that I was straddling his lap.
That made him squeak- whoa Derek... squeak? I smiled then leaned down and placed my lips on his. I didn't even know if he liked me, but I mean all is fair in love and making sure someone's alive.
He understood, and leaned into it, probably his mind turning on after the little necromancer finally got the guts to do anything but stutter.
I thought about everything, anything, or I would get lost. The time- 5 AM, the place a safehouse in Arizona, our guardian? Andrew Carson. The date? February 14 20- wait? Valentines day? What a coinkidink. I pulled my lips from his and smiled down at him. He looked kind of hurt that I pulled away, I just laughed and said "Happy Valentine's day, Souza."