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'it was a nice dream'
Boy meets girl, boy and girl spend time together, speak about their hopes, their dreams, share each other's secrets, reaching an understanding with each other deeper than with anyone else.
Eventually, boy and girl fall in love; in the middle of the night, on the outskirts of a shining city build on dreams, inside the girl's secret hideout, watching as the stars shine for the two alone, they finally confess their feelings under the watchful eye of the moon above.
There's joy, there's tears, there's smiles and laughter as the two finally embrace, hope shining brightly in their hearts as they plan for a future together.
'it was a nice dream'
She knew it was never meant to be.
Instead of a tearful confession of love, she confessed her status as a stowaway.
Instead of laughter and smiles from the boy she loved, there was the deafening silence coated in doubt.
Instead of sharing their secrets, their hopes and dreams, she hid hers deep inside her heart, coated in armor and flames.
Instead of a promise for a future together, she steeled herself for their inevitable separation.
'it was a nice dream'
And now, she stood in front of him, not as his guide and friend, but as a knight, as a machine, as his enemy.
She took a small comfort in the fact that his eyes held no recognition nor familiarity; why would there be? Right now, she was not Firefly, his newest friend, the poor, sick girl who wished to remain dreaming, who wished to live as a normal girl without the shackles of her sickness, a girl who dove headfirst into the Dreamland of Penacony in hopes of attaining that dreamed life.
Right now, she was Sam, the Molten Knight of the Stellaron Hunters, a criminal, a murderer, the no-nonsense member of their little group of outlaws, the main muscle able to reduce any obstacle to cinders, and seemingly the cause of all of Penacony's problems.
Seemingly, the cause of Firefly's 'death'.
There was no reason for him to hold any sort of warmth in his heart for such figure.
Inside her heart, she hoped (she dreamed) that he would never have to know the truth, to remain inside his heart as the kind Firefly, unaware of her true self, of her rotten whole.
'it was a nice dream'
"Hmph," she - Sam - spoke, the voice coming from the Knight masculine and cold, "so, we meet again..." She - Sam - greeted him, welcoming back an old friend, even if he would never remember.
(even if those dear memories would forever be lost to time,
forever lost to him)
It was not long before she found herself on the flames of battle — against him.
'it was a nice dream'
But every dream must end, no matter how much the dreamer wishes to remain asleep.
And so, she faced him.
And so, she fought.
Every dream must meet it's end, every dreamer must one day face reality, no matter how harsh and painful... And even the Land of Dreams isn't safe from this truth.
'—and so, her dream met its end, the dawn's cruel thaw putting an end to her delusion'