Authors Note ;
This chapter kind of drew a blank for me, but it isn't what you expected right xD
It's terribly written but look forward to the final chapter in the next few days!
His dream took place the night after we got off of the plane where we incepted Fischer's mind.
It was dark and I knew that I was intruding on something that was special to Arthur, and if he spotted me I knew nothing could ever blossom between us.
In the corner of the room I could make out his figure, he was tense, rigid, wearing a dress shirt and tight dress pants, and I was sure that if he turned around I would see a straight white tie to compliment his bright red shirt.
He always looked so good in everything he wore; I was envious of him for that. He was handsome, and sometimes he was so good looking I could hardly breathe when he brushed past me.
Slowly, the scenery began to register with me, and Arthur was not the only thing in the dream.
A hotel room.
It had white washed walls, a bright white comforter and golden lights casting a glow on the hotel room.
It was odd that he hadn't noticed me but in any case, I stayed pressed against the wall, sitting in the corner of the barely lit room.
I watched his movements closely; he was pacing from one side of the room to the next. I wanted to go over and comfort him but he was waiting for the projection of me and he would surely be mad at me.
Only moments had passed when I heard a familiar, timid knock on the door; Arthur took a deep breath and walked over to the door, no longer hesitant to swing the door wide open.
I knew what would happen next without even watching it.
I knew that my projections arms would soon be around his neck, my head pressed against his strong chest, breathing in his smell. His lips would then be on mine, his hand caressing me as the tears ran down my face.
I didn't like the way it looked at all, it looked as though he was with another woman and I couldn't bare it any longer.
On impulse I did the one thing I shouldn't have done.
I screamed.
"Arthur don't touch her!"
He let go of my projection and slowly turned to face me, the anger burning in his eyes. I clasped my hands over my mouth and backed up until I could go no further.
Shit shit shit.
But since I was watching Arthurs every move I hadn't noticed my projection slinking closer, wearing an expression that I never could have worn, never in a million years.
She was inching closer but my eyes were only for Arthur, I noticed a few small tears creeping out through his strong glare, I felt so bad.
A hand grabbed my throat and pressed me further against the wall.
I gasped for air but it was no use, my lungs would only hold on for so long.
I sneaked a look in Arthur's direction and saw that he was making no effort to help me.
So, he just wanted me to leave the dream.
"Fine... I'll leave"
I mumbled those words with my last breath and slipped away.
I jolted awake soon after my last breath left me.
Shit.
I looked to my left and noticed that Arthur was still sound asleep.
I asked myself a thousand times over.
Why would I do that to him?
