"What if I want my dreams in the morning?" he asked her. A slight frown hinted on his lips. "They might be all I'll have."
She smiled and snuggled against him as he played with her hands, searching for scars that were mostly healed.
"Someone else might need this dream," she mumbled. "Someone else who cries at night." Arms wrapped around her and she burrowed her cheek into his shoulder. "How else will they know that some dreams are worth dreaming? That some dreams are worth wishing for?"
He nuzzled his face against hers, slumping back against the wall. "Do you still think that the sleep in your eyes when you wake up is tears petrified by beautiful dreams?"
She nodded, eyes closed against his, face cradled against his. "But you were right too. This world is built of dreams…sand that has been pushed into something harder, into something that we can build upon. The oceans…the shattered dreams…they're embraced by dreams worth dreaming…that's why we cry petrified tears at night. So that the beauty of them can't be destroyed by the nightmares and whatever else that tries to destroy them. Proof that our dreams always will be there. Supporting us when no one else will."
His arms tightened around her, holding her close against him.
"I'll never let you fall," he murmured, half asleep.
"I know you won't," she mumbled sleepily. "You were my dream…"
from http://www.fanfiction.net/s/240038/111/ the last chap
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Friday, December 09, 2005 @ Friday, December 09, 2005
Petrified Dreams Realized
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