Superstition Sneak Peeks (6)

“The only thing that this can be is that you’re dream walking,” he informs me, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Which means?”

“Literally what it sounds like. You’re walking into dreams that are not your own. There’s a handful of supernatural creatures that can do it. Witches, djinn, lust demons, and some angels. The problem here is that you shouldn’t be capable of doing it unless on purpose. Obviously, you didn’t do this on purpose, so that means either you’re under a spell or you were forced here.” 

* * *

“I’m so tired,” he sighs, resting his head on the rusting chain of the swing, “I’m tired all the time, it’s too much. The images don’t stop. The feelings don’t go away. Nothing helps. I can’t even cry anymore,” he sniffles, but like he just said, no tears are shed, “I just want to cry and feel again.”

“Come on,” I say, shaking him lightly, my tone pleading, “we still need to save Sydero.”

“I don’t think I care about that anymore,” he tells me, shrugging his shoulders at my stunned face. “$name, I just really want to disappear. I’m tired of everyone who I care about hurting and paying because of me. I’m the variable you mash the delete button for.” 

* * *

“I know I’ve hurt you,” Chris finally says, breaking the silence, his eyes still trained on that horizon, “and it was never my intention to. I think my foot forever stays in my mouth,” he takes in a shaky breath, “which I still need to work on. I say and do the wrong things, and somewhere in my brain, I tell myself it’s fine. That at the end of the day, it’s going to all be okay and that I don’t need to worry. All lies,” he snorts with a small smile that can’t bear to hold on to for longer for a few minutes.

I continue to keep quiet to see if there was anything left he had to say, not wanting to cut his trail of thought off.