Daydream.

It’s a room full of glass. Everywhere I turn its figments of my image distorted making me feel so small surrounded by all these shards so foreign yet so familiar all at once. With the adding fear and simply the feeling of being lost I turn myself as I hear footsteps from somewhere in the dark. The little light that glinted from the moonlight cast a rather monster-like figure. I backtracked as adrenaline was coursing furiously through me. As the figure formed and showed its real figure under the opening dome above me I couldn’t hide my puzzled look as my mind was effortlessly trying to search through all my memories who was this person with big round eyes. It looked almost like it held an ocean within those cages. Slightly dilated pupils were no longer black it showed a high resemblance to the greying moon shadowed by puffy clouds.

I didn’t realise the fond smile that was forming on my lips. The feeling of belonging. The feeling of being home. The feeling of knowing is now replaced by uprising uncertainty. I couldn’t help myself but start pacing to the silhouette I’m accustomed to and before I could register what I was doing my feet were hardly touching the ground beneath me as I sprinted to a full on run like my life depended on it. My lungs grasped for air begging for more as I hardly could keep my legs to support me. Out of breath it felt good; the thrill from each burning limb, the feeling of my failing lungs. I looked up to my world, my everything only to find fear and apathy running like wildfire in those eyes just as I hear an unmistakable sound of the trigger being pulled. Blurring my focus on him was as much easier with my thoughts now thinking what is going on. His eyes motioned to his left shoulder.

I lunged forward pushing him and as miraculous as it sound making him fall just as the shots flew past. Out of instinct I pulled out my revolver from my waistband without even thinking twice if it would be there and triggered it. Adrenaline is undeniably in love with me I guess as once again it was kicking all over my system. Dropping all my senses by my side nervous was astray and to my surprise I was glad. I was running out of time hence no aiming I started firing. Hands trembling my body shook with all the bullets flying and I can’t deny that all I wished was to come out alive. Despite the tense situation I felt invincible as I knew by my feet he was there ready to fire wait he was already firing. I mentally scolded myself for the smug smile that was spread all over my face. On all fours he had both arms gripping to the trigger biceps flexed tight on his pale white shirt.

I triumphed when my vision narrowed to the substance in the darkness was not any less than how clear a coy would be in a pond. My hyper-focused blocked out the danger even as I felt I pang through my scapula, I shot the shadow right through its temples just like back in training camp. The silence once took over as I fell to my feet pooled in none other than my own blood. Pain was still absent as all that was racing in me was victory. I just saved my own life wait what about him? Is he okay? Where is he? How is he? Is he shot? God forbid I thought just as I closed my eyes looking at the sky or was it the ocean or was it him?

“I’m sorry. Don’t leave…” was all I could muster just as my vision turned jet black.

Opening my eyes, I desperately tried getting up as I was greeted with a glass ceiling too similar to the one I was in before. I fall back to the pillow seeing that someone was beside me. I dared not to turn for fear that my arm might actually fall out. I let out a grunt as I could not bear the pain anymore. Looking closer to at my reflection my torso was exposed just covered by a bandage. Figuring that I might have got shot there too I just took a moment to replay everything that seemed like a nightmare but the pain reminded me it wasn’t. The warm arm around me told me I was safe and protected. Nothing could harm me as the peaceful rhythm synced with mine just made me somehow I know that I would never be alone.

I recalled that my shoulder blade was shot from the back but the two figures were right in front my eyes and logically teleporting was insane so how in the world did I receive a fairly painful reminder at my back. Eyelashes fluttered by my side slightly ticking my and I hardly remember the joy and the pain simultaneously felt by resisting my laughter. I turned to the familiar raspy voice with just a slight hint of playfulness. I missed this smile god knows how did I missed this idiotic smile of his when he was vulnerable, mask and guard left by the foot of the bed. I winced when he tried to touch my cheeks. What could be the worst case scenario thought everyone? I’d say it would be a gun shot; two-on two old school just with bullets that causes way much pain than any sword would. In addition to shards of fibre thin glass spitting out everywhere merciless of the aftermath.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart I know it hurts like hell” he whispered hardly audible.

Thinking that it was the scratches at my cheeks I replied “No its nothing. I have had worse days”.

“Come on stop lying. What could be worse than getting shot not once but twice and wasn’t even from a legit threat” nervousness clearly plastered all over him.

Wait what did he just say? I got to get back my focusing skills pronto I really do. I can’t unsee the fact that I missed two shots before he shot the figure for me.

My eyes almost came out of my sockets at the realisation that the scar that will be permanently on my back like a tattoo will always be the most memorable of all scars. A scar by him. A mistake that I have already have no grudge against. If it was him I am okay with it I would literally take a bullet for him even if he was the one holding the trigger and in this case it was indeed him who fired. I tried to keep a straight face and I stifled a laugh. How could he even and I wasn’t even mad. I couldn’t stop myself and burst into a fit of laughter.

“Did you get what I mean love, I shot you. I freaking shot you. Why in the world are you laughing and smiling like an idiot. I did not tell you a joke.”

I got what he said the first time he said it even though it was indirect what he didn’t know that I was hysterically was no one could be half as perfect and imperfect at the same time.

“Noah how could I be mad. You gave me something painful yes but it lasts forever and I don’t think I can ever get over the fact that you shot me. You know that I would do anything for you right. I would give you the sun, the moon, the stars and the whole freaking universe but you deserve more than that. I’ll give you the credit for an inaccurate shot that kept me alive though. This is almost as funny as the time when you ran and yes I caught you crying because of that big green bug. Okay okay stop giving me that look it wasn’t funny. okay? Maybe a little. Now we are even, though that makes no sense but yeah” I said without even trying to contain my bubbliness. He just gave me a knowing smile smug and mischievous. I knew him better than to know that a tickle war awaits and I had nowhere to run. For a figment of a millisecond everything was perfect even when my was world was crumbling right in front of me I knew he would be there to pick me up and hold on tight as though that was all that mattered.