Chapter 3- No Reality Separated
Duo breathed a sigh of relief as Quatre's eyes fluttered. He removed his hands from Quatre's shoulders and wiped away the tears from the Arabian boy's face.
"Duo? Is.is that you?" he whispered brokenly.
"Yeah, it is. You okay?"
I.I guess so. But my dream was so real." He wiped another tear from his eye with a clenched fist.
"What's in your hand?" Duo asked curiously. Quatre opened his palm and stared down at Leah's face, smiling up at him from her I.D. card, which lay in his bloodstained palm.
"Who's that?" Duo asked.
"Her name's Leah. She's the one I keep dreaming about. She always, always dies, always sacrifices her life for but, but then I usually wake up. Today, the dream continued. I can't remember much, except I tried to stop the blood. Then I found her I.D. card, and ran. I guess I was hanging onto it the whole time. But why do I have it now? Why are the bloodstains still on my hands? Duo, I'm scared."
Duo stared in disbelief. Quatre, who was once so strong, so peaceful, seemed to have lost control, sobbing his eyes out. "Quatre, get a hold of yourself. We'll figure out what's going on. Don't worry."
"But how can I not worry. Duo, the borders between my dreams and reality are falling apart. Reality is no longer separated from imagination. Everything is falling apart. People are needlessly dying.sacrificing themselves for people they love.dying in vain." he said quietly. "And I can't do anything about it, not in dreaming, not in living."
"Yeah, well, whatever. Lissen, I gotta go. Hilde's waiting for me. Don't go insane now, k?"
"Sure." Duo left, and Quatre went to sit outside. He walked down to the beach and lay down in the sand, letting the waves wash through his hair. A laugh broke through his thoughts. He got up and looked to see who was laughing, and barely bit back a scream.
Leah was there, running towards him. "Quatre, come to me. Come back!" she laughed.
"No.no." Quatre yelled. "Don't come near me. You'll die, Leah, you will, I know. I won't be able to save you. You'll die needlessly, sacrificing yourself, for nothing. I couldn't do a thing about it in dreaming, nor in living."
"Quatre," she said softly. "I saved you in your dream. I sacrificed my life so that you could continue to live, so if you continue to live I will have not died in vain." She took a bloodstained rose from her breast pocket and clasped Quatre's hand around it.
"What are you?" Quatre asked.
"A dream." She disappeared, leaving Quatre standing there.
Quatre woke up. The dream was over, and peace was in his soul. But in his hand he held a single red rose, stained with blood.
"What is reality? What is dream?" he asked himself quietly before heading back up to the house, leaving his sandals lying in the sand.
Duo breathed a sigh of relief as Quatre's eyes fluttered. He removed his hands from Quatre's shoulders and wiped away the tears from the Arabian boy's face.
"Duo? Is.is that you?" he whispered brokenly.
"Yeah, it is. You okay?"
I.I guess so. But my dream was so real." He wiped another tear from his eye with a clenched fist.
"What's in your hand?" Duo asked curiously. Quatre opened his palm and stared down at Leah's face, smiling up at him from her I.D. card, which lay in his bloodstained palm.
"Who's that?" Duo asked.
"Her name's Leah. She's the one I keep dreaming about. She always, always dies, always sacrifices her life for but, but then I usually wake up. Today, the dream continued. I can't remember much, except I tried to stop the blood. Then I found her I.D. card, and ran. I guess I was hanging onto it the whole time. But why do I have it now? Why are the bloodstains still on my hands? Duo, I'm scared."
Duo stared in disbelief. Quatre, who was once so strong, so peaceful, seemed to have lost control, sobbing his eyes out. "Quatre, get a hold of yourself. We'll figure out what's going on. Don't worry."
"But how can I not worry. Duo, the borders between my dreams and reality are falling apart. Reality is no longer separated from imagination. Everything is falling apart. People are needlessly dying.sacrificing themselves for people they love.dying in vain." he said quietly. "And I can't do anything about it, not in dreaming, not in living."
"Yeah, well, whatever. Lissen, I gotta go. Hilde's waiting for me. Don't go insane now, k?"
"Sure." Duo left, and Quatre went to sit outside. He walked down to the beach and lay down in the sand, letting the waves wash through his hair. A laugh broke through his thoughts. He got up and looked to see who was laughing, and barely bit back a scream.
Leah was there, running towards him. "Quatre, come to me. Come back!" she laughed.
"No.no." Quatre yelled. "Don't come near me. You'll die, Leah, you will, I know. I won't be able to save you. You'll die needlessly, sacrificing yourself, for nothing. I couldn't do a thing about it in dreaming, nor in living."
"Quatre," she said softly. "I saved you in your dream. I sacrificed my life so that you could continue to live, so if you continue to live I will have not died in vain." She took a bloodstained rose from her breast pocket and clasped Quatre's hand around it.
"What are you?" Quatre asked.
"A dream." She disappeared, leaving Quatre standing there.
Quatre woke up. The dream was over, and peace was in his soul. But in his hand he held a single red rose, stained with blood.
"What is reality? What is dream?" he asked himself quietly before heading back up to the house, leaving his sandals lying in the sand.