Same story line as Under The Rain, Questioning, and Foreign.
.Happiness. (Vincent & Chaos.)
I feel colder somehow, confused by my thoughts and the monster that is the product of my imagination. I wish for Chaos to appear and he lays next to me, waiting to see if I'll speak.
"Why do you tell me things that I know are wrong?" I ask.
"The things I tell you are not wrong, my friend." I can feel the warmth coming from his body.
"Why do I make you say such things? You should share my thoughts. You come from my mind."
"Maybe, maybe not. But if I do indeed come from you, and I do indeed tell you these things, then perhaps deep down, you know that I am right." He turns to me and gently strokes my face with his hand.
"I don't think I like this," I reach to take his hand. I hold on to it. I can't decide if this is good or not.
"You've not had your warm cheek touched like this before, loving and gentle. Only a quick slap, leaving a red sting. My master, I hold the deepest sorrow for you. Do you honestly expect to convince me that you're happy?"
"Of course not, Chaos. I'm fine. I've never felt any different than this. I think it's impossible to be happy."
"Nothing is impossible," he smiles. "You don't really hate having me so close beside you, do you? I think you might like it, just a little bit."
"Maybe.... Maybe just a little bit.... Would you stay with me tonight?" I ask.
"My master," he is still smiling. "You make me happy."
I close my eyes and am about to tell Chaos to stop kidding around. But when I open my eyes again, he's gone. It was just a dream? It must have been.