It seemed like a normal dream. A dream about school, about getting an assignment. Except when I looked down at the last question.
If angel c**k is m times x, what is the mass of choir boy?
I started awake, panting. What the hell was that about? I wondered, rubbing at my face and eyes, squeezing the sheets beneath the blanket beneath the cloak spread across my form the covers.
I wiped at my neck and face again. Calm down. Figure it out. It's okay. I shuddered, laughing quietly. I knew what was up. I was obsessed, if not already insane. I couldn't stop thinking about him.
He was in my mind.
In my blood.
I slept; I ate; I breathed him. It seemed as if he permiated everything I did. Every movement, every thought drawing me closer to him. I missed him the moment we parted, even if we'd spent the whole day together. I felt warm when he was around, when I thought about him...and cold when I didn't. Unbearably cold.
Do I...love him...?
I shook my head to clear it, staring at my wings. At the gift he'd given me. I stood, pressing my head against the cool sill of the window. Have to clear my mind...calm down...let go...
I couldn't. He was there when I closed my eyes. The night, the stars, the moon... I shuddered, watching a butterfly float around below me, off into the distance. A blue and black butterfly.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!" I screamed until I couldn't breathe, sliding to my knees, sobbing with my inner agony that twisted my heart and tore it in two. I stood, wobbling. Found my way back to bed and the warmth there. Nestled under the cloak. Into that blissful warmth.
Let it take me away.
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