Love and Deepspace Hell

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Xavier:

(N/Y/A)

Zayne:

(N/Y/A)

Rafayel:

(N/Y/A)

Sylus:

(N/Y/A)

Caleb:

It was already late. You and Jeremiah had been waiting for Xavier. Xavier asked you to wait at Philos, and so here you are, trying to coax Jeremiah to tell you a story to ease the boredom.

"Come on, Jeremiah. Any story will do. Horror, comedy, drama, love story, it doesn't matter. Just please tell me a story."

"Can you just play with your phone or something?" Jeremiah asked in exasperation. He really didn't mind listening to any of your requests, but he was a bad storyteller. And he wasn't even sure what story to tell. Unlike Xavier, he was not a massive book reader. He had a lot of books, yet they remained untouched for hundreds of years.

"I already did, and I'm still bored," you stubbornly said.

"Fine," Jeremiah sighed in defeat. "I don't know what story to tell, though."

"Come on, I'm sure you can think of something good. I mean, Xavier can do it despite his stories being really bad," you said with a small chuckle.

Jeremiah laughed and relented. "Fine. I have an idea of what to tell now."

You looked at him excitedly. "I'm listening."

A small, sad smile appeared on his lips. And then, he began:

"This story is about my friend. He was goofy, cheerful, friendly, and a little full of himself. He was liked by everyone despite that, though.

One day, he went to this school. And there, he met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. At least at that time, he thought she was the most beautiful woman. He befriended the woman and realized that she's not only beautiful but also very kind and caring. He fell in love with her. She's the love of his life, his sweetheart, his queen.

But one day, the lady introduced him to someone else. Another guy. A guy who was much more handsome, much stronger, much calmer, and above all, a prince.

He was everything that he wasn't, and the guy couldn't help but feel hopeless and defeated.

He also noticed the way she looked at the princely man. A gaze full of love and adoration. He was sure she didn't realize it, but he knew. He knew because that was how he also looked at her. What made him more hopeless was the way the princely man also looked at her. Right at that moment, he knew. He knew that the feeling was mutual. He knew that they both loved each other.

He had to make the hardest decision: to step back. Because he knew that the other guy was the man who could make her happy. At least that was what he thought until he noticed how he was treating her. No, the other guy was not treating her badly. It was just that it seemed like she was not his first priority. He always disappeared for long periods of time without telling her, and she obediently waited for him. Whenever that happened, he second-guessed his decision to give way.

Maybe this was not the right choice. Maybe he should have at least fought for her? And yet, whenever he saw her eyes light up whenever the other guy appeared, he would think that maybe this was how it was supposed to be.

For years, the cycle happened continuously: he'd disappear, she'd wait, he'd return. Every time it happened, he would stay beside her, listen to her complaints, and give snarky remarks or insult the other guy in return.

As time passed, the young man's feelings for the woman remained unchanged. Despite the pain of watching her with another, he couldn't deny the love he harbored within his heart. Yet, he continued to hide his true emotions, burying them beneath a facade of friendship and support.

And then, the prince disappeared again, this time, for much, much longer.

No one knew where he was, and everyone had already given up on him. Most of them thought he would never return. And yet, the lady remained, waiting for him. The other guy decided to stay by her side even though it hurt him. Seeing the woman he loves pining for another man is painful, but for him, it would be more painful to see her face the loneliness alone. And so, he stayed at her side.

And one fateful day, the prince returned again. This time, he seemed different. He was more determined about something that only he was aware of.

The other guy then finally talked to the prince. And then, the prince finally confessed what was going on.

Let's just say it has something to do with saving the life of the woman they both love. Determined, he decided to join the prince in his quest to save their beloved's life, making a sacrifice of leaving the woman where she would be safe.

Jeremiah ended the story and looked at you.

"That's kind of sad," you said, looking back at him. "Did your friend and the prince manage to save her?"

Jeremiah smiled a little. "Not yet. They're still working on it."

"Oh. So... Your friend still loves her even up until now?"

Jeremiah chuckled. "Well, no one could change his love for her, but he realized that the prince loves her more than he loves her. In the end, he met another woman named Bella and dated her. But of course, he is still determined to save the life of his first love."

You smiled. "He seems nice."

Jeremiah smiled back. "Nah. He's a shitty guy."

Just then, a light beam covered the area as Xavier appeared.

Jeremiah sighed. "You promised to use the door instead of teleporting, Xavier."

Xavier apologized with a deadpan expression and turned to you before smiling and offering a hand.

"Let's go home?"

You smiled and took his hand. "Yeah," you said and turned to Jeremiah. "Bye, Jeremiah, and thank you for telling me the story. I hope your friend finds the happiness he deserves."

Xavier looked questioningly, but you only gave him a secretive smile.

Jeremiah smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Me too."

As Xavier and you disappeared, Jeremiah let out a defeated sigh. "As long as you're happy, I'll be happy, my queen."

END

Here he was again. Or should he say, he was home again. This place was his dream. Every night, ever since that fateful day, he had started to consider the dream world as his home. Why not? His beloved was there. And no matter where his beloved are, that was Xavier's home.

In the realm of dreams, Xavier found solace, a respite from the long life he bore. Tonight's dream carried him to an idyllic scene where he lay in bed, cradling his beloved. The room was aglow with a gentle light, and the air was filled with a serene tranquility.

In this dream, time had no grasp, and the weight he carried in the waking world lifted momentarily. The woman he lost was not a distant memory but a living presence. Her silent breath, her small figure on his arms, creating a world where they could be together once more.

This future that he used to envision, unfolded in vivid hues – a future denied by the cruel hands of reality.

The dream wasn't just a fleeting escape; it was a sanctuary where Xavier could experience the happiness denied to him in the waking world. His beloved, seemingly untouched by the ravages of time, embraced him with a warmth that transcended the boundaries of mortality.

Yet, even within this dream-induced bliss, a subtle ache lingered. Xavier knew the ephemeral nature of these moments. As he held her in his arms, the awareness of her absence in the waking world persisted, and the weight of his immortality bore down once more.

Slowly, his beloved's eyes opened. He knew this was a dream, but he didn't care. In the dreamworld, his beloved was alive. That's all that matters.

A small smile slipped from her as her eyes met his. "Good morning, Xavier."

"Good morning," Xavier returned.

Still feeling lazy from her sleep, the dream version of his beloved snuggled closer to him.

"It's early, and you're already awake," she stated.

Xavier only let out a small hum, knowing he was still asleep and currently inside the dream. Yet, he didn't bother to say anything. She didn't need to know that she was in a dream, that she was a part of his dream.

Instead of saying anything, he just hugged her much more tightly. He had only managed to hug the real her twice – once when she was alive and the other time when she was fading away before she disappeared.

Here in his dream, he was happy. That was why he preferred to sleep. He always wanted to sleep, knowing that she would meet him in his dream once he slept.

As the dream continued to unfold, Xavier held onto every precious moment with his beloved. The bittersweet reality of this dreamworld became more palpable. The happiness he found here, wrapped in the ethereal warmth of her presence, was a stark contrast to the emptiness that awaited him in the waking world.

Xavier was aware that this joy was fleeting. The dream was a reminder of what he had lost, a glimpse into a future that could never materialize.

He had a lot of dreams for the two of them back then: breaking free from the shackles that held him, living together with her, creating many happy memories, watching the meteor shower, getting married, having a family, and then becoming stars together at the end of their time. However, those dreams mean nothing now.

The dream version of his beloved remained blissfully unaware of the complexities that weighed on Xavier's shoulders. Her contentment in the dream was genuine, but for Xavier, it served as a poignant reminder of the irreversible separation between their worlds.

As the dream progressed, Xavier's embrace tightened more if possible, as if trying to anchor this ephemeral happiness. He knew the dream would eventually fade, leaving him with the lingering ache of unfulfilled longing.

"Stay a bit longer," he whispered, the words almost lost in the dream's embrace.

She smiled, a smile that held both affection and an unspoken acknowledgment of the inevitable. The dream continued its dance, a delicate interlude in the perpetual quiet of Xavier's existence.

And then, with a gentle touch, she faded away, leaving Xavier alone in the dreamworld once more. The room lost its glow, the air grew still, and the reality of his solitude settled in. Closing his eyes, Xavier embraced the remnants of the dream, savoring the bittersweet taste of a love that persisted only in the realm of slumber.

Only the echo of her voice, remained.

"Xavier..."

"Xavier..."

...

...

...

"XAVIER!"

Xavier woke up startled, his unfocused eyes turning to you, who was struggling to breathe from being held tightly.

"[y/n]?"

"Lemme go. Are you going to kill me?"

Xavier realized he had been hugging her tightly; she was having a hard time breathing.

"[y/n]," he whispered, releasing his grip on you. His eyes searched yours, filled with a mix of concern and a lingering sense of the dream's warmth.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Xavier's voice trailed off, his thoughts still lingering in the dreamworld where you were his solace. Yet, here you were, in the waking world, unaware of the dreamscape he traversed every night.

That's right, once upon a time, his dream was his solace. But now, you're finally back on his arms.

You blinked, confusion etched on your face. "What was that? Why were you hugging me so tightly?"

Xavier took a moment to collect his thoughts, a smile playing on his lips as he looked into your eyes. "I guess I just missed you," he admitted, the weight of eternity lifting for a moment.

You furrowed your brows in confusion but couldn't help smiling back at him. "Missed me? I am here."

His smile widened, a glint of happiness in his eyes. "Yeah, well, sometimes it feels like I've been sleeping for years so it's like I haven't seen you in years."

You chuckled at that. "Well you better stop sleeping so much and actually spend time with me."

Xavier smiled as he cupped your cheek. "Yeah. I'll do that from now on. After all... You're here."

The warmth of Xavier's smile enveloped you. In that moment, you felt a profound connection that transcended dreams and waking reality. His promise to cherish each waking moment became evident in the tenderness of his touch.

"I'm here," you echoed, your heart resonating with a newfound understanding.

As the two of you embraced the present, Xavier's once-isolated dreamworld expanded to include the vibrant colors of your shared reality.

Under the gentle glow of the morning sun, Xavier embarked on a new chapter, where dreams were no longer an escape but a beautiful prelude to the joys awaiting in the waking world.

This is a love story that echoed through the realms of both dreams and reality, a tale of a man who found solace in dreams and a love that blossomed with the dawn of each new day.

And so, hand in hand, you and Xavier embraced the fullness of their intertwined destinies, hearts harmonizing in a melody of everlasting love, filling the air with the promise of a happy ever after.

END