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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!
BE REBORN.
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Randal felt the harsh pounding in his head as a low groan escaped his lips. The absence of the familiar comfort of his coffin, usually cradling his back against the rough wooden walls, left a profound sense of unease within him. He wasn't lying flat either, his body held involuntarily in a sitting position, his arms instinctively raised to shield his face from the onslaught of harshness. The cool air brushed against his ears like an invisible whisper, prickling his senses and heightening the sense of confusion and disorientation that clouded his mind.
He groaned as he slowly sat up, his hand instinctively reaching to rub the sleep from his eyes. Without his glasses, his vision was blurred, but he could make out the outlines of his surroundings. The room appeared to be a classroom, with wooden desks neatly arranged in rows. At the front, a large blackboard dominated the space, flanked by a long wooden teacher's desk. The realization dawned on him: he was alone in an empty classroom and not in his original place which was his coffin.
"Good morning, Randal."
Randal's head snapped toward the sound of the voice, and through his blurry vision, he saw a figure standing in the doorway. Hastily, he adjusted his glasses and focused on the now-clear image.
The figure was a young girl, who looked to be around 15 at most. She had (H/l) (H/C) hair that framed her face elegantly and highlighted her delicate features. Her school uniform was meticulously styled, consisting of a crisp white blouse with long sleeves and a neatly pressed, knee-length skirt. The uniform's colors and fabric spoke of tradition and care, further accentuated by a slender ribbon tied at her collar. (Change the outfit as you please, just remember that in the dream space, it is depicted in a school-like setting.)
"Oh, my dearest, most beloved Y/n!" Randal exclaimed with evident joy, his voice brimming with affection. He sprang from his chair with such urgency that it scraped loudly against the floor. In a flurry of movement, he rushed over to the girl and enveloped her in a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around her with a fervent grip as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply. The familiar scent of her perfume—a subtle blend of lavender and vanilla—seemed to soothe him, intensifying his emotional relief. "I've missed you so bad," he murmured.
It wasn't every day that Randal had the fortune to return to the dream world he had meticulously crafted. The opportunity to step into this carefully constructed realm was a rare gift, a chance to momentarily escape the constraints of reality. The dream world, with its serene landscapes and familiar comforts, offered a solace that was both profound and deeply cherished. Returning to see his beloved creation was nothing short of a celestial blessing, a gift from the stars themselves. The sheer joy of being so near to Y/n, after enduring a prolonged separation, was overwhelming. Every detail, from the gentle curve of her smile to the warmth of her presence, felt like a sweet, intoxicating embrace, making the separation from the waking world feel like a distant memory.
"Why have you been gone for so long?" Y/n asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of hurt and longing. Although she understood that Randal couldn't always visit the paradise he had created just for her, the isolation still stung. The dream world, while occasionally offering her moments of serene solitude, felt stark and empty without his presence. Randal's visits added a spark of excitement and joy that made her realm come alive. "It's so boring down here without you..."
"I know, I know~" Randal whined, reluctantly pulling away from the embrace but keeping a firm hold on the sleeves of her blouse. "I've been trying to access the dream space as often as I can, but sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. It's such bullshit," he said, a note of frustration in his voice. "But hey, we're together now, right? Let's make the most of it and do something fun!" His eyes sparkled with renewed enthusiasm, eager to fill their time together with joy and adventure.
Y/n's eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect of finally engaging in activities with Randal after such a long time. The possibilities seemed endless—perhaps a leisurely picnic under the dream world's clear, star-studded sky, or a spirited dash through the school's echoing halls. They could even indulge in a sweet treat at an imaginary ice cream parlor. The idea of being alone in this perfect, unblemished space, free from any interruptions, was exactly what they both cherished.
"Really?" she asked, her voice brimming with anticipation.
"Of course!" Randal exclaimed, his enthusiasm palpable. He took hold of her hand with a playful grin, his excitement nearly tangible as he pulled her gently but insistently out of the classroom. "That's what the best of friends do, after all!"
Y/n's smile widened as she looked at him. "I suggest we start with ice cream!" she replied.
With that, the two of them set off together, their hearts light and their spirits high, ready to embark on a delightful adventure in the dream world they both adored.
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