Chapter 3: Spoken Dreams
Even after our little talk during our "study" in the glass house, Serge didn't find the strength to eat again. We shared a small bowl of soup and bread, and I urged him to at least finish his water. I kept whispering in his ear, reminding him that I have changed because of him, and for the better too.
In the end he managed to eat more of the soup than me, and I was glad for it. Maybe his eating habits will turn to normal soon. Later on we went back upstairs to sleep. During roll call I heard whispers again.
"Isn't it strange how Gilbert is here early?" asked a boy.
"Yeah, what's going on?" replied another. "We should get to the bottom of this tomorrow..."
Professor Watts turned his back to the two boys, which made them go silent again. He called for us to turn our lights out, and we all did.
Tonight Serge was to sleep on top of me, since I might be giving him cramps from sleeping on him all the time. We easily dozed off to sleep after a couple of minutes...
I felt Serge's head turn over on my chest, waking me up. The moon was still shining through part of the curtain that was still slightly open. With whatever light still visible, I could see Serge through the darkness. His head kept twitching, and his lips were trembling. I could hear a slight moan escape his lips.
"Don't go, Gilbert," I heard him say. "Don't leave me here. Please... please... PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!" Although he was asleep, his eyes were gushing tears. "Please Gilbert, I love you!" Under his breath he whispered, "Get away from Blough."
So he still has nightmares of me returning to a life as a prostitute. I raked my fingers through his black locks, which seemed to calm him down a bit. Maybe I can gain some control to turn his nightmare back into a sweet dream. And so I moved myself down so that my mouth was near his ear.
"It's okay, Serge," I reassured him, "Blough doesn't matter anymore. Don't expect me to leave you." I caressed his back. "I love you, too Serge." I kissed his forehead, which seemed to have helped him too. His breathing wasn't so hard anymore, and he stopped squirming. Serge, like how you help me, I will help you through anything in anyway. Consider this my thanks to you.
