"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?"
— John Lennon
Marienne's POV:
My feet trembled slightly as I carried myself to her room.
The third floor of the manor consisted only two rooms. It is said that, nobles who used to live here, used it as a spare room for their mistresses. The floor was designed in a round shape, so one can observe everything if one stood at any side of the floor.
My hands trembled slightly as I hesitated for a moment.
A brief look to see if she is okay that's all.
With a shaky hand, I creaked the door open- the dimly lit light from her room filling my vision immediately.
She always slept with lights on.
I had never asked her about it, but I had an idea why she hated darkness.
Me. It was me.
My breathing got heavier in anticipation as I let myself in the room.
"N-No....." A soft whisper froze me on my spot, my eyes widening.
"Don't....." The voice whispered miserably again.
She was having a nightmare.
My brain ceased to function for a while as I noticed her small body curled up under the blanket, desperately seeking it's warmth as she writhed under it.
She was fighting against her demons.
Suddenly, I could hear the sound of my blood pumping in my veins, it echoed into my ears along with her groans of agony.
Those birring sounds- they were her silent plea for help, her silent plea for someone to wake her up from her nightmares.
My fault.
It felt like I had teleported to a world of haze and illusion. Everything felt numb- like it was a phlegmatic pandemonium.
"Rose....." I called out, my voice choked.
Guilt.
It was a punishment.
Karma.
I felt like a moribund, on the point of death, breathing my last- not feeling anything.
"Rose!" I called out in a teary voice..... my voice pleading.
Wake up.
You aren't in that nightmare anymore.
Please don't punish her for what I have done.
Please.
I will take my mantle of sin, I will atone for it.
Don't let her pay, please.
I strode to her bed and sat myself beside her. Her soft groans had become louder at this point.
You are safe, please wake up.
Not knowing what to do, I grabbed the hand that stuck out from inside, gripping it tightly.
It was as cold as ice.
I began to rub it harshly.
"Wake up Rose!" I called out softly, "Wake up...."
She shifted slightly as I noticed her hand trembling.
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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 [18+]
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