They say that if you reach the bottom in a dream where you keep falling, you die in real life. Ever wonder how that even works? For years, the dreams in my mind let me see the bottom, but I never reached it. Does this mean that I was so close to death many times? Or was it some crazy dream that's telling me that I should settle down before I get myself into a plane crash. Who knows? Years and years, I've been traveling far and wide around this world. I'm a conqueror, an adventurer, a curious minded person. The world is my playground for experience.

But I think it's nice to actually settle down a bit once in a while.

"How have you been doing love?" I smiled genuinely at the English gentleman in front of me. My boyfriend of six years and is very supportive of my work and hobbies. Even though we see each other in person rarely, he still hasn't given up.

"I have been telling you all of my adventures through Skype, so how about we talk about you for once?" I said. "I'm curious about the life of a man who stays in one continent."

He rolled his eyes and rose his eyebrow. "Really? I might bore you to death."

"Oh come on Arthur, it's not like whatever you do is boring." He rose an eyebrow at me. "Tell me."

I placed my chin on top of my palm and started to listen intently to his stories.

Arthur is not a boring guy in all honesty. People say they want adventure and the spice in their life from a bad boy, but gentlemen can give you that too. He might have a plain sense of fashion and a good boy attitude, but you'll never get to see under all of that unless you speak to him. He's curious, mature, smart, loyal, protective, a happy drunk, good looking, artistic, appreciative, and concerning. In bed? A wild ride.

I understand why he can't go out of the country often. He needs to look out for his three brothers and the ancestral house they have in the north. Moving to London was already one way of helping them earn the money to keep the house. He's rising to being a millionaire soon, but he doubts that from the bidders that wanted their house.

"Six years huh?" He sighed almost nervously. "My brother has been asking me this..."

"Asking you what?" I asked and took a sip of my drink.

"If we're ever going to... you know." Ah, it's this conversation now. "W-Well I'm actually fine with our situation like this."

The look in his eyes says that he isn't. The question and situation was clear. I know what he's talking about, and I know that this is all of a sudden. I wasn't expecting this at all. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, but I don't think I'm actually ready for that yet. Though, now that I know that he isn't ready too, I guess I'll have to expect for what to come. It's just too sudden.

"Arthur..." I sighed and intertwined my hands with his. "Don't force yourself if you're not ready, take it easy 'kay?" He smiled back and nodded.

After that loving converstation this afternoon, I found myself getting shots at a sports bar with my friends on a Friday night on London. It's crowded, and boy I'm glad it is.

"You? Married? That's something I would never imagine of you doing." I slammed the third one down and glared at my best friend.

"Em, this is a state of emergency." I sighed and laid my cheek on the table. "That was just out of nowhere and I don't want to leave the guy hanging. I love Arthur, but I like how things now. Easy and open, you know? Sometimes I think that we're already married without the whole papers and church thing."

"Well ask Liz, she's been in a situation like this before." Liz choked on her beer.

"Don't bring that up please."

"We'll be there for you (Y/n)." Feliks assured. "Besides, it's not like he wouldn't understand." I smiled at him.

This was too much for me to take in. You might be thinking Why don't you just say yes? Or How about you talk to him about it? Even though I'm almost thirty, I'm not an expert on being an adult. Also, this is going to the biggesy decision of my life if he asks properly. Because in all honesty, my commitment is to adventure. Yes, I want a relationship, but I never though I'd see the day where I have to commit to something again. Since that conversation with him, I started to think about it. How I'll actual live like that. I can't imagine myself staying in a house or in one place. My homes are cheap hotels and apartels. The flat I live in was so dusty when I arrived yesterday.

The thought of marriage was just not in my mind. I don't even think that I can adjust to a life like that very well. Having kids and all, what's that?

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The three left almost an hour ago and I feel a bit more relaxed to think about it. The unfinished fish & chips on my table was getting cold, and I was drinking my second rum for tonight. I still don't know how I'm not even drunk yet. Maybe I'm just too much into the zone of my thoughts to get drunk. Or realize that I'm actually drunk. Eh, who cares?

I looked down at the cold ice that was melting in my drink. The sweetness of the rum was helping me think.

"Excuse me," A voice called out, "is someone sitting here?"

I looked away from my drink and met the bluest eyes I've ever seen. My mouth was left ajar as if I was about to say something. The man in front of me was, well, handsome. He looked younger than me. His structure gave me a hint that he might be an athlete. The thin-framed glasses he wore didn't make him less attractive, it gave him a cute dorky look. His golden blonde hair was shiny and neat with a small ahoge sticking out.

I shook my head and snapped out of it. "Do whatever you want kid."

Surprisingly, he sat next to me. A bit too close to me, but weirdly it didn't feel uncomfortable. I took a glance at him to see him smiling at me. Weird, but it wasn't uncomfortable at all. The guy gabe out this refreshing aura that made me relax a bit.

For the rest of the night, I didn't remember what happened. It was a bit of a blur, but I was sure that the guy started to drink along with me and listened to whatever I was blabbering about. Probably a rant about the problematic things in life that might've been not related to me.

I think I got home too.

Again, I had another dream. I was falling again like all my other dreams, but this one was different. I heard a splat and that's what woke me up. The splat, meaning I reached the bottom. The weird thing was that I didn't see the bottom. Also, I was alive and on my bed with my heart still racing. I did not die, thank god.

I sighed in relief placing my head over my chest.

Now this is where I started to freak out. I patted my chest again to realize that I had no top on. I looked down to see that I was indeed naked like a baby. The sheet was the only thing covering my womanhood. And to my horrors, he was there. Sleeping with an angelic face. Naked.

What have I done?

Hey! So this is going to be another part by part thing, but I plan two endings for these two to be fair. And if you're wondering about the title, well this one-shot based off the Japanese video game Catherine. I've only watched playthroughs because I have no Xbox360 or a PS3, which are the only platformers of the game, and I have no computer to play on for those downloads. Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy the future parts and this part!
Auf Wiedershen for now!

-Pumpkin