AN: yep, this is inspired by the song 'Just a Dream' by Nelly

Notes:

Modern AU

No Smut

Not a music fic. Just got inspired by it.

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Enjoy! ^-^

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#05 Just a Dream

Reaper wasn't sure why or even how it happened, it just did, and it broke his soul into tiny pieces.

Geno left him and Reaper couldn't understand why. He did everything for him, gave him everything he wants, and loved him with all of his heart. Was it not enough?

It appears so as Geno walked out the door and left Reaper in their once shared home. Although Reaper still has his belongings plus the entire house, his job and his reputation as the chief cop, all of his awards, trophies and achievements but without Geno, his world has never felt so empty.

His dream house, once bright and warm, built to be a home for the perfect couple, now became nothing more than a shell of happy memories that Reaper wouldn't want to forget no matter how much it hurts.

At every turn, at every corner, Reaper couldn't help but see Geno. Standing there, hanging pictures on the wall or tending the flowers on the vases scattered around the house.

Geno loved nature, Reaper remembers. Having spent the majority of his life inside the walls of either his own home or in the hospital, Geno rarely ever had the chance to experience the outside world. Reaper remembers Geno telling him in a form of sad story with pitiful smile on his lips.

It was one of those open heart conversation that they rarely have.

Now the flowers have wilted, turned brown, dried and crisp from the lack of Geno's care. Reaper initially didn't want to touch it in hopes of preserving Geno's last touch. But of course, nothing lasts forever.

Still, Reaper didn't throw the wilted flowers away. He'd touch the petals in a way he had seen Geno did.

Because he didn't want to move on. He wants to go back.

Back in time when he and Geno were still happily together. Reaper is still hoping.

Maybe he should've bought that ring, the one that Geno complimented and only now that Geno is gone that Reaper realized that he was dropping a hint.

Reaper felt so stupid, so careless. Maybe that's why Geno left him.

He saw Geno with someone else.

Someone Reaper have never seen before. Someone who is supposedly better than him because Geno would rather be with him.

Reaper watched from afar, his soul breaking apart every time Geno smiles at the stranger and every time Geno reached out to touch the stranger. The last straw was when Geno leaned closer and kissed the stranger.

Reaper had seen enough. He looked away, clenched his fists at his side and willed his legs to take him away from the scene.

Geno is clearly happier with that someone else. It hurts Reaper. It broke Reaper to the point that he wanted to lash out at everything, break something, make his fists bleed punching something.

He did.

And he regretted it because his dream house was a wreck. He's already broken and he ruined whatever's left in the heat of anger.

Reaper drowned himself in beer, hoping to pass out soon and wake up to find everything that has happened was only just a dream.

He saw Geno again with that wretched stranger by his side.

Reaper walked by them on the street, just outside a nameless cafe, and Geno didn't even bat an eye. It's as if he doesn't exists in his world anymore.

He met the stranger's eyes, there was no sign of recognition in them. Of course, what does he expects? After all, they've never met.

Reaper doesn't see anything special with him. He doesn't wear special clothes, has no expensive wristwatch, or even a proper footwear. It leads Reaper to believe that this stranger isn't fit to support a life with Geno.

He's not even physically fit! Reaper didn't know what Geno had seen with this stranger that made him decide to leave him and be with this guy.

Reaper is both angry and frustrated. It was maddening.

He wanted Geno back so badly. He'd do everything, beg if he have to, if it makes Geno come back to him.

Everything is a mess. His head was spinning, thoughts jumbled, emotions raging, chest hurting, fists bleeding, and mind finally breaking. Reaper thinks he's going crazy.

Reaper cried himself to a peaceful, empty sleep and woke up with tears still fresh in his eyes. He found himself alone in bed.

He cried some more as the memories assaulted him sooner than he would've liked. He pulled at Geno's pillow and held it against his chest. Curling around it, sniffing the leftover scent, and pretending that Geno is still there with him.

He didn't know how long he stayed in bed staring blankly at the empty spot next to him, and letting his thoughts swirl in his head. His tears have dried, face swollen red and the sun rays pouring from the windows felt too warm.

It's late in the morning. He have work and he's most probably late, yet he couldn't bring himself to move.

His body felt heavy and exhausted despite having only just woken up. His mind too hazy to comprehend and care for the consequences of not showing up to work without notice.

But he got up anyway. Because if he didn't, he'd only end up wallowing in his own self pity.

He pushed himself up on his feet, stumbling out of the bedroom and out into the hall. His head spins and he tries to recall if he drank alcohol last night or was it just dizzy spells.

He walked down the hall, fingers massaging his forehead before he abruptly stops, his eyes growing wide when he caught sight of the lone vase on a high stool on the corner.

Without much thought, he hurried closer to inspect it.

The flowers were looking fresh and vibrant. Reaper was sure those had wilted about a couple of weeks ago.

Hope struck Reaper like a lightning bolt, sending electrified excitement running throughout his body and stimulating his nerves into full awareness. His once-thought dead soul began pulsing with life and vigor and warmth spreading all over his body like wild fire.

But along with it came denial, confusion, hesitation, questions and many, many doubts.

He looks around, searching for more signs, as he hurriedly descended the stairs.

He stopped dead on his tracks, starstruck, almost overwhelmed, at the sight of the different but familiar living room.

The clutters were gone, beer bottles were nowhere in sight, the couches were back in its pristine white color and there were no residue of thin layer of dusts that had collected throughout the months.

He lifted his gaze. The wallpapers are still intact and picture frames still hanging neatly on the wall.

Reaper's breath was caught in his throat. Everything was back in place.

Then, the distant sound of clanging pans startled Reaper.

He's all alone in the house. He has been for a long time. And there's someone else in the house.

Under normal circumstances, Reaper would be alarmed, he'd grab his gun and shoot at the intruder.

But this isn't a normal circumstances. If the intruder is the person who Reaper think it is, then Reaper will be more than inclined, grateful even, to leave the all the doors and windows open if it meant he could be with him again.

Reaper started running. His bare feet nearly slipping on the dark, polished floorboards as he skidded to a halt by the archway.

His eyes grew wide, heart uncontrollably swelled to the point he feared it might burst out of his chest when he saw, there, in front of the stove was none other than Geno, dawning the pink frilly apron he got for him, and cooking something that smells really good but Reaper didn't care. His attention is solely fix on the lone, smaller figure standing in his kitchen.

Geno turned after hearing the hurried footsteps, amused smile already tugging at his lips but immediately melted upon the sight of Reaper's reddened face and wide disbelieving eyes. Geno's brows creases as he fully turn to face the taller, worry etched on his face, and a question of concern hanging on his lips.

Reaper didn't wait -he couldn't- as he was too overwhelmed to. He rushed forward, tackled Geno into a tight embrace, pressed the latter to his chest, buried his face onto the crook of his neck, and breathing in a lungful of his scent. He missed him.

He really, really missed him.

Reaper missed him so much. "Please don't leave me again." he pleads with all of his heart as he held the other tight as though he's holding onto his lifeline. His fingers latching on the fabric of Geno's clothes and arms tightening even more.

Afraid that if he as much as loosen his hold, Geno could slip away and be gone again. Reaper didn't want that. Never would.

And with that single sentence, understanding befell on Geno as a gentle smile made its way to his lips as he lifted his free hand and pats Reaper's back, while his other was holding the spatula that is covered in hot oil away from both of them. He lifted himself to his tiptoes and brought his lips closer to Reaper's ear and gently whispers in soothing manner, "I'm here. Don't worry. It's just a bad dream."

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AN: I got caught up in growing plants trend :P

Anyways, I don't know about you but I've had dreams where I have altered memories  and left me confused for a few minutes after I woke up. It only happens rarely though.