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My knees hurt, I realize, the steady throbbing breaking my concentrated stare. I don't dare look down for fear that my sudden apparition will vanish. I can't bear it, not again. This dream will not end until I allow it.
My hands press against the smooth stone, the magic still inside me crackling across my fingertips like sparks across flint. His lips curve into the same smile I see in all of my dreams before he leaves me and I feel like I'm drowning. I open my mouth to try to force the cool air deep into my lungs and he steps forward, stilling my breath before it can begin to sooth my charred lungs.
I've never been allowed this and as the glimmer of hope sparks in my heart, I feel myself sinking deeper into drowning. They cannot do this to me. They cannot rip him from me again, not in this place. It is not fair.
Absently, I know I am crying. There are tears in all of my dreams, each one falling to dust around me as my world turns to ashes in the wake. This dream, so frighteningly different, is still very much the same.
"Gemma," he says, the beginning of his nightly goodbye. "Stop crying."
My heart freezes and I can hear the ragged gasp ripped from my throat. My head pounds, my knees throb, my throat burns and I can feel it all, acutely aware of my body. I rise without thinking, my legs wobbling like a newborn colt as I step forward.
He reaches out his hand and my heart starts again, racing like an unbroken mustang, stilted and stuttered, matching my jagged breathing. My shoulders are shaking from the strain of holding back sobs and I blink furiously past the tears. No! I will not miss this.
"Gemma," he says again, his voice laughing as he closes the distance, taking my hand and pulling me into his arms. Every time my skin touches his I feel a shockwave and my legs tremble beneath me.
Reaching up, my fingers trace across his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, his mouth... "Kartik," I breathe, my lungs fighting against the lone word. His smile makes the tears run faster and I slash at them in frustration until his fingers close around my wrist. Gently, he brushes the tears off of my cheeks, running his index finger down the bridge of my nose.
I beg to ask if he's real, if this is real, or just another dream. If it is a dream I wish to sleep forever, lost inside the happiness trapped in my mind. The words falter on my tongue and I realize I don't wish to be told otherwise, I would die to remain blissfully ignorant.
There is a heat in his eyes I remember from a dream long ago and I tilt my face to accept the kiss he presses against my lips. My knees shake so violently I can only stand for his arm around my waist and his lips against mine, a kiss I refuse to break until my lungs scald. When his lips light across my nose and cheeks I protest weakly, silenced by a finger to my lips.
A part of my wishes to bite that finger. How dare he silence me. But then I can't breathe again and my mind slips into oblivion.
"Oh Kartik." I'm whispering, terrified anything more will shatter the illusion. "Don't let me wake up."
He smiles again and touches his lips to my ear. "You are awake."
My knees hurt, I realize, the steady throbbing breaking my concentrated stare. I don't dare look down for fear that my sudden apparition will vanish. I can't bear it, not again. This dream will not end until I allow it.
My hands press against the smooth stone, the magic still inside me crackling across my fingertips like sparks across flint. His lips curve into the same smile I see in all of my dreams before he leaves me and I feel like I'm drowning. I open my mouth to try to force the cool air deep into my lungs and he steps forward, stilling my breath before it can begin to sooth my charred lungs.
I've never been allowed this and as the glimmer of hope sparks in my heart, I feel myself sinking deeper into drowning. They cannot do this to me. They cannot rip him from me again, not in this place. It is not fair.
Absently, I know I am crying. There are tears in all of my dreams, each one falling to dust around me as my world turns to ashes in the wake. This dream, so frighteningly different, is still very much the same.
"Gemma," he says, the beginning of his nightly goodbye. "Stop crying."
My heart freezes and I can hear the ragged gasp ripped from my throat. My head pounds, my knees throb, my throat burns and I can feel it all, acutely aware of my body. I rise without thinking, my legs wobbling like a newborn colt as I step forward.
He reaches out his hand and my heart starts again, racing like an unbroken mustang, stilted and stuttered, matching my jagged breathing. My shoulders are shaking from the strain of holding back sobs and I blink furiously past the tears. No! I will not miss this.
"Gemma," he says again, his voice laughing as he closes the distance, taking my hand and pulling me into his arms. Every time my skin touches his I feel a shockwave and my legs tremble beneath me.
Reaching up, my fingers trace across his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, his mouth... "Kartik," I breathe, my lungs fighting against the lone word. His smile makes the tears run faster and I slash at them in frustration until his fingers close around my wrist. Gently, he brushes the tears off of my cheeks, running his index finger down the bridge of my nose.
I beg to ask if he's real, if this is real, or just another dream. If it is a dream I wish to sleep forever, lost inside the happiness trapped in my mind. The words falter on my tongue and I realize I don't wish to be told otherwise, I would die to remain blissfully ignorant.
There is a heat in his eyes I remember from a dream long ago and I tilt my face to accept the kiss he presses against my lips. My knees shake so violently I can only stand for his arm around my waist and his lips against mine, a kiss I refuse to break until my lungs scald. When his lips light across my nose and cheeks I protest weakly, silenced by a finger to my lips.
A part of my wishes to bite that finger. How dare he silence me. But then I can't breathe again and my mind slips into oblivion.
"Oh Kartik." I'm whispering, terrified anything more will shatter the illusion. "Don't let me wake up."
He smiles again and touches his lips to my ear. "You are awake."