Finally, I'm going to release this chappy. I was too preoccupied playing with a game and I didn't have the time. Oh, this is a bit long though, for I fused two chapters together because I had a mistake in Chapter 14, meaning it's really incomplete.

So here's the comtinuation and Chapter 15~! x3

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Panting can be heard as my hand holds her hand tightly, wanting to secure her.

Ever and I were both running through the blinding darkness, our feet stomping on the rough ground. Believe me, if it were any real, our feet will be stabbed because of our briskly movements. She suddenly tripped, groaning painfully.

"I'm sorry, Ever." I said, pulling her up.

In a normal view of things, dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions and sensations involuntarily in the mind made up when sleeping. And so this is a dream. I might be aware that I am dreaming and that I can peek inside a person's dream but Ever doesn't. She is currently unconsciously sleeping soundly in her room.

You see, dreams are something more. They contain many different kinds of communication spiritually that can be messages from something or someone and such. It includes especially-known being prophetic or 'peeping into the future.'

Dreams can be made by the sleeper who unconsciously dreams it or the awake who wants the sleeper to dream it.

In Ever's case, I'm not sure if this dream is made up by her mind or a dream made up by someone else. If it were someone else, I might've tracked him down but feeling nothing unusual in this, I must say he's pretty tricky.

And I might say that this is already a nightmare.

Watching her run alone in the dark and scared from something alerted my protect-Ever radar. Even if it's dreams or for real, I'll always be here to watch and guide her away from danger. Plus, I think she had dreamt this like a hundred times, repeating like a broken disc.

Her hand slowly looks transparent as Ever disappears like bubbles. My job of protecting her here is kind of finished. She's finally awake.

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"Halloween's over."

I sighed for myself, thinking on how I ever think of a way to tell Drina to stop wagging her tail on me. Yeah well, maybe next time?

Going out of the parking lot, I did before Ever and Miles arrive in the special-parking-lot-saved-for-Ever spot – which is beside my car. And believe me, trying to ignore and reject her, even her vehicle (Oh please, with the saved spot, right I'm fooling myself) it's hard on me.

"Damen!"

Stacia Miller's shrieking in the morning.

It's about seconds until every other students go inside the building. I tried to avoid every possible contact with Ever, beginning with my eyes. So instead, I end up in the hallway to the classroom, laughing and chatting with Stacia. I even gave her two white rosebuds. To distract for a while; done for Ever's safety.

We burst through the door, chortling and snickering at our little chat. Sliding down to my seat after a couple of seconds to contain myself, I greeted my seatmate. "Hey." And look, someone's grumpy and complaining that like he didn't pull a grope-and-run less than forty-eight hours before.

Trying to pretend like everything's normal, I watched her as Ever placed her cheek, forced herself to yawn and started doodling on her notebook with her shaking fingers that her pen fell from its grasp. She bent and retrieved it as I grinned and made a tulip on her desk.

"What happened?" Ever asked, flipping through her books like there's really something important she needed to see. "You ran out of white rosebuds?"

Ugh, I'm so friggin frustrated now. I can't bear but to search for her sea-like eyes that's been covered by her bangs, even though I prohibited myself not to. "I would never give you a rosebud." I swore, creating a last handful of crimson tulips together in her bag as she dropped her bag after seeing those and scooted to the farthest part of her seat.

She mumbled, "How exciting for me."

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I can't take my breath.

Just to stop these missing feelings, I'd like to stop breathing even for a second. Too bad I can't.

Drinking the blood-coloured elixir, I gaze upon the window as it shows a blissful sky that's perfect to look at if you're in a meadow. Clouds are like cotton candy within the blue food colouring. I'm such a coward, am I not? Leaving after a class and not facing looks like pathetic, especially to that red-haired girl.

But if it's to protect Ever, I would do anything; even if I'm like here, staying away just for her safety and her sake. Is she missing me? If she is, I'm too selfish not to grant her highness's wish. Even if to become too selfish, I'll do it.

I sigh, placing the empty mug on the desk. Shaking my head, I grabbed a sketchpad and a pencil. The pencil's tip swirl with every direction as lines crosses with each other. My eye looks out at the tranquil scenery while the lead spins on the paper.

Relieved that I made it, I came to sheepish smile because instead of the clouds, the wind and the cerulean background in the canvas, I made a golden-haired woman with cobalt blue eyes hold a red tulip on her light lips.

I really can't live without her, right?

"Is it too late?" I asked the other line with my phone after she picked up. It's been two days since I've busied myself to stay away from Ever, but in the end, I didn't accomplish my mission after all.

"No, it's okay." Ever's voice denies the clock.

"Were you asleep?"

"Almost." She lied.

"I was wondering if I could come over?" I pleaded, wanting to see even a glimpse of her.

"Probably not such a good idea." Silence came as I think of a way to make it up to her. "I'm sorry I missed you at lunch. Art, too. I left right after English." Ever mumbles, unsure. "Um, okay."

"Are you sure it's too late?" My tone goes down deep and persuasive. "I'd really like to see you. It won't take too long."

"Tomorrow in English works for me."

"How about I drive you to school?" I beg, nearly convincing her to forget everything that disturb her and just be clean and new. "Miles and I carpool. So I'll just see you in English." And with that, we both shut the phone as I smiled. Glaring at my side, I clicked the phone off and stuffed it inside my pocket.

Drina went inside, saying "Oh." She glanced all over the dark living room, as if I hadn't take care of it because of the hanging fake spider webs, hanging decorations of witches and such. "With this, you could be beheaded, you know?"

"For taking off your random life-sized interior design in my room?" She sat on a black chair childishly, shrugging wrinkles off her dress. "Oh, you know it." She sings like everything's fine. Looking around, she grinned. "Is this all for me? The living room's like waiting for me to arrive, oh but I'm this late!"

"Drina, when will you stop this?" It came to this point I directly said it. "So here we go again." Drina puffed, shrugging.

"I know you didn't come here for a party or to apologize for appearing anywhere near me like a mushroom that I didn't know." Cutting through the chase, I sighed and begged for her sake. "Drina, you had a life. A second life has been given to you so please, move on and start a new way of this life."

"You should be a priest." She comments while giggling. Is it hopeless to convince someone to love life and change for the better? Emerald eyes gaze on mine as a smile curves on her light shaded lips. "I've been planning on doing that, for me and for you." She flicked her fiery hair back. "Damen, I have something important to do first and I believe I can't rest until I finish it."

And now, I wonder.

"Why so serious?" Drina jumps lightly from the chair, flipping her finger on my forehead. "Don't bother about it because when it's over completely for once this time, I'll go and move on. Deal?"

I don't know what mystery she has with her business. But if it helps her to advance and walk forward, I won't poke my nose into it... unless it's a business meant not to be ignored. "Keep your promise. It's for your own good." I simply said, looking out on her.

Drina steps, passing me and opens the front door where a limousine outside is parked. It sprang into engine as she stepped outside. She turned around, "Oh, and another thing," Drina said, raising her finger and points it like a mother telling her child what to do. "Get used to my grand entrances, okay? I love it when you know surprises!"

She finally left so I just hoped and believed in the future that she may do that. I went upstairs to my favourite room and slide onto my seat as the canvas I made earlier lies on a wooden table. Gazing over Ever with a red tulip, my mind is at peace together with my heart.

The next morning came and resting against my black car door, I look across the lot as I saw a very familiar vehicle. Miles climbed out first, very amazed when he saw me. "How did you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked innocently, gazing at Ever who just climbed out of the vehicle.

"Save the spot. You have to get here like, way before the school year even begins to snatch this one."

I laughed at Miles's comment as I had the desire to say it's because it's only for Ever to park in. My eyes searched hers as she glanced away and muttered, "Bell's gonna ring" while she quickly rushed past the gate and head toward our class. Seeing that, I briskly beat her up to it to the door.

"Hey, where's my rosebud?" Stacia asks as soon as she saw me, but I smiled and said, "Sorry, not today." A storm passed after Ever went through Stacia's booby trap, and I slide at my seat, amused. "Someone's in a foul mood today." HAHA I laugh. Ever just shrugs and drops her bag to the floor.

"What's the rush?" Leaning towards her, I did. "Mr. Robins stayed home." Which means we got a big day ahead of us. With that, Ever turns around and looks at me with big eyes. "How'd you –" Well, it's because of two things.

First is that because Mr. Robins is still grieving for a priceless loss of a wife and a daughter who recently leave him and the second is "I saw the substitute while I was waiting for you." I reason out, smiling. "She looked a little lost, so I escorted her to the teachers' lounge, but she seemed so confused she'll probably end up in the science lab instead."

The substitute did mistake the wrong class as our room the second I've said it. Occupying her mind by that encounter, my voice awakens her. "So tell me. What have I done to anger you so?" Still so preoccupied by Stacia and Honor who glare at her, I lean forward her and whisper. "Ignore them, they're idiots."

I place my hand over hers, giving her a calm and soothe feeling. "I'm sorry I haven't been around much. I had a visitor; I couldn't get away."

"You mean Drina?" She cringes at the sound of her own jealous voice. I started, hoping to cease her insecurities and tell her it's alright and explain. "Ever."

"Have you seen Haven lately? She's like a Drina Mini-Me. She dresses like her, acts like her, even has the same eye colour. Seriously, stop by the lunch table sometime, you'll see." She glared at me like I'm the suspect who just committed a serious and deadly crime.

I took a deep breath and shook my head. "Ever, it's not what you think." She pulls away and pressed her lips together. You have no idea what I think.

Thinking of a wonderful place except Summerland and probably Neverland, I said, "Let me make it up to you. Let me take you out, somewhere special, please?" She shifted in her seat, thinking about it. "We'll see."

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Getting out earlier, I wait outside the door as Ever exits the fourth-period history.

"Let me just drop my bag in my locker before we head over." She said, mistaking that I will drop with her to lunch. "No need." I smile, securing my arm around her waist. "The surprise starts now." And she looked surprised.

"Surprise?" Ever asks, shrinking the huge world into our own special world, filled with static and bloom. I smiled. "You know, I take you somewhere special, so special you forgive my transgressions."

"And what about our classes? We just blow off the rest of the day?" The teacher folds her hands across her chest, apparently for show. I laughed and leaned toward her, my lips grazing the side of her neck as they form the word 'Yes'.

Says 'how?' by the principal, pulling away form me, instead of no and sending me to sweet detention.

"No worries." I smile, holding and squeezing her hand as I lead her to the gate unnoticed by others. I assure her with these sincere eyes of mine. "You'll always be safe with me."

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