When Brock gets tired of all of his rejections.
"I love you."
The gentle breeze swept through her pink curls. Rushing blood broke Joy's honest facade, giving way to a shade of rose upon her delicate cheeks. Her aesthetic hand pushed back her shoulder length hair, revealing her glossy eyes as she stared at the floor in embarrassment. A symptom related to her confession.
Despite Joy's tiny physique, mixed emotions roared within her. Her aching heart began to overwork itself, preparing to break once rejection arrives. Her doubtful mind believed it was a hopeless solution to the curiosity that killed the cat. What was she expecting? For Brock to return her feelings? What if he didn't love her back? She did reject him countless times after all, so why would he want her now? Doubt corrupted her mind, stress stirred her heart to suicide, but her intuition told her to coincide with the truth. And the truth is within this man's answer.
What may lead to Joy's darkest days or her brightest future, both answers will shine ever so brilliantly in her mind. If this judgement becomes the happiest moment of her life, she will cherish this memory and live life the fullest. Adversely, she may be brought to her saddest moments of her life and live life the dullest. Therefore, she will remember either moment, but the darker day will shine brighter.
Before Brock could give his verdict, Joy musters the confidence and clasps her hands on her beloved's cheeks and grazes his lips ever so lightly. Her rosy red cheeks intensify. The rhythmic beat in her chest increased in tempo as her brain deflated in disbelief. The bittersweet kiss left Joy stunned by her own courage.
Brock blankly stares at the nurse before him.
"I hate you."
Sweat oozed from the frightened Joy. She abruptly sat up from her bed and rub her swollen eyes. Tears begin to spill.
Dreams don't come true; but the worst nightmares do… because they are always about what already happened.
Cool.