Drabble:87
POV:Third Person
Adrian often dreamed of Rose after their 'break-up' because it was hard to get over someone who'd blazed through your mind, capturing you heart and soul, even if said person shattered your heart into tiny pieces and stomped on them. So Adrian often dreamed of the dark-haired temptress and no amount of self-medication or insomniac nights could stop his dreams from recurring.
This night, when he saw Rose tiptoeing down the staircase of Clarence's house, he knew he was dreaming….or so he believed. Surprisingly though, they weren't at either any familiar haunts or exotic locations, as was usual. Instead, he was lying on Clarence's couch where he'd fallen asleep in the den, clutching a bottle of vodka he vaguely remembered cracking open, and hell, he was also wearing the exact same clothes he'd been wearing the evening before. And unlike most dreams, where he couldn't feel any pain, save for the ripping of his heart, this time he could feel his neck and back aching from sleeping on the couch.
All this he inventoried while watching Rose. She was wearing a blue T-shirt that Adrian remembered Dimitri wearing the previous evening (great, now his mind was making him suffer, even when unconscious…nice!) and her dark tresses were cascading down her back, caressing her lithe figure. God, she looked incredible!
He expected her to come to him and either taunt about leaving him or look at him with the wounded, pitying look in her eyes (as dream-Rose often did), but this dream-Rose did neither. Upon reaching the kitchen, she looked around a moment before approaching the fridge. She opened it and peered in-the soft light from within illuminating her gorgeous figure and accentuating her curves-before retrieving a carton of milk and some leftovers. After placing them on the table, she reached towards a kitchen cabinet to take out glasses. What was this, Adrian wondered, was she preparing him a dream-pity-meal? Just as he'd finished that thought, another figure stepped into his view.
Shifting his gaze, Adrian saw him. Of-course! Dimitri Belikov. Wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms, his hair looking mussed-up. He approached Rose stealthily, as if stalking a prey, and just as she turned with a glass in hand, he reached around her and pinned her to the wall with his body. Rose gasped and looked up at him, her eyes burning with an expression Adrian felt very uncomfortable naming. And Dimitri claimed her mouth immediately, clutching her around her waist to pull her up his body. In turn, Rose wrapped her limbs around him.
Adrian felt like a voyeur, but a masochist part of him couldn't stop watching, wanting to feel the worst possible pain it could. Christ! Wasn't seeing her enough! Now her knight-in-pajama-bottoms had to invade his dreams and torture him too? Maybe this was his reward for dream-walking cough*stalking*cough Rose before. Feeling sick and exasperated with himself, Adrian kept watching as the duo finished their make-out session, stopping only to grab the offerings on the table before racing up the staircase, almost glued to each other, their auras shining brighter than the sun. Frowning to himself (and developing a headache), Adrian dropped back on to the couch and delved off to an uneasy sleep.
The next day, Adrian woke up early. The house was quiet as he made his way to the kitchen, still reeling from his stupid dream. Once there, he peered outside to find Sonya working in her garden with Dimitri texting on his phone, wearing a dopey smile.
Weird, Adrian thought, as he turned away, to make some coffee. And that's when he saw it. A water-glass with lip-gloss-stain on its rim buried in a pile of breakfast dishes and cups and utensils…
Adrian knew that Sonya didn't wear lip-gloss and obviously neither Clarence nor Dimitri had shown a particular attachment to one and the school kids were away…which left just one explanation for the stain…..
Adrian had left Court to escape Rose and her love-story, but both seemed to haunt him, even in sunny Palm Springs. And that's when Adrian knew he had to move out, get away from here, where her scent and memories had found home, before he actually went insane.
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