Dreamdiary 02
It was very hazy, I could only just make out the endless stairway he was sitting on, in this mix of gray and white nothingness.
I sat down next to him, and when that heavy silence started to bug me after a few minutes I asked him if he'd feel like talking about anything, since there wasn't much else to do.
He began telling me about his life, his desires, his fears.
I just sat there and listened to him.
After a while he finally averted his eyes from the Nothingness in front of us and looked at me for the first time.
"I wish I would've met someone who lends me an ear earlier",
he said with such a sad smile.
"But at least this last dream... my last memory, is a good one."
When I asked him why he thought it was his last, his wrists were suddenly bleeding and bleeding.
Everything faded away then, even the stairs.
I tend to be drawn into dreams from people and places that are radiating an intense amount of energy, giving off a certain "vibe". The more intense the Vibe is, the more detailed and frequent are the dreams of others I share.
This was the first time the dream around me just faded away, instead of having me wake up at some point.
It's kinda scary to think of the possibility of maybe having dreamed some person's dying moment…
A/N: Another "filler", whee~ :D *still has to write the next chapter* (And maybe reconsider some parts of the story... I had a sudden idea for another minor original character.. it wouldn't really change anything in the main plot, but it might bring some additional scenes... Hm, well, we will see.)
Nanone: Thank you for the review! I'll try my best to be somewhat quick about it~
Carneeval: Ain't he? D:*pats poor Henry on the back* Think so..? (regarding the reporter) ;)