Disclaimer: I do not own the Sister's Grimm.
1. Dream
I sat beside Puck, my head leaning against his shoulder. His scent was no longer foul; it smelled less like dirt and more like a forest.
I snuggled closer to him, turning to face him at the same time. He was staring at me.
"Sabrina," he whispered.
I stared into his eyes. They were green at the moment. A deep, leafy green.
"Puck..." I whispered back. He looked at me with nothing but love in his gaze...
And then I woke up.
I sighed sadly. I always wake up at that part of this recurring dream.
My face felt itchy and wet. I rubbed my cheeks with the back of my arm.
That's when I noticed I was crying.
I just let myself sob.
I figured that since Daphne was gone and no one really checked on me, it would be okay.
No one would ever find out. And it was good to cry once and a while.
So I just sobbed into my pillow, all the while trying to figure out why I was crying.
The last thing I remembered was the dream.
But the dream was happy, wasn't it?
I mean, in the dream Puck was being nice to me. It even looked like he loved me.
And then I realized why I was crying.
It was because, no matter how much I hoped and prayed, it would only be a dream.
So I sobbed, and sobbed and sobbed.
Let it all out, I told myself. Just let it all out.
I didn't think that I'd been sobbing too loudly, but obviously I was.
Because a moment after I'd realized why I was so upset, Puck came into the room.
I groaned.
"Go away," I said, but I'm sure my voice was drowned out by the fluffy pillow.
I looked up and saw that he was beside my bed.
I desperately wanted to tell him that he was the last person I wanted to see, but I couldn't risk it. I felt like if I said anything to him, I'd start crying again.
But he was staring at me.
"What do you want, Puck?" I hoped he could hear irritation in my voice. I sure as heck couldn't.
"Well, I...." he started. I knew he was going to insult me, and I knew the tears would come the second he did. He would never let me live it down if I cried in front of him. It would add to the humiliation of crying at all.
But instead of saying anything else, he took a lollipop out of his mouth and shoved it into his jacket pocket.
I grimaced. There was probably lint and dirt and different types of mold living in the pocket.
"Well, I heard you crying and, um, kinda wanted to know what was wrong." He looked at the floor.
I felt tears pool under my eyes. I quickly wiped them away.
"Why do you care?" I heard my throat tighten in my struggle to keep from crying.
"Well, it's kinda hard to hear one of your best friends crying and not being able to do anything about it."
I looked at him for a long time, waiting for the moment he'd announce he was kidding, call me ugly, and leave. But once I realized he was serious, I smiled.
"Thanks, Puck," I said quietly.
He still avoided my gaze and turned to leave. Then, all at once, he ran back to me and kissed me of the forehead. Then he ran out of the room.
I felt blush creep up my cheeks and my smile grew bigger.
Maybe it wasn't just a dream.
A/N: This is Sabrina's POV for Comfort. Review please!