ScribblingDots

The previous night felt like a dream. You and BEN, kissing under the fireworks. Happiness in a place that revolved around grief and death. It must have been a dream right? Wrong. You awoke the next day to BEN sleeping right beside you, his hand clasped over yours gently. You'd blush if your blood still flowed within your cold body. It wasn't a dream. You tried to slip your hand out from beneath his, but that only caused the sleeping boy to stir and wake. Slowly he opened his pale blue eyes and smiled at you. "Morning ______..."he greeted you in a sleepy tone. "M-Morning BEN."you responded, unsure of what to do now. Did this mean you and B