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In real life, I’m waking up alone
And it’s one more night, you didn’t make it home
And one more time, you won’t pick up the phone

In real life, you never bring me flowers
When you’re here, it’s only for an hour
I’m getting used to being on my own

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You sigh as you make your way downstairs.

“Francis?” You call for the fifth time. And for the fifth time you get no answer. Looks like he spent the night at some other girl’s place he probably met at the club, you think. You were getting tired of this. Him never being home. Maybe I’ll call him… yeah. You find your cell phone on the coffee table, and then dial in his number. After calling him twice, and twice it going to voicemail, you give up.

Francis was your boyfriend for about 8 months. You both lived together, since you weren’t the wealthiest person in the world. You loved him very much, and always wanted to prove Arthur, who was your best friend, that he was wrong about Francis. But you were beginning to think he was right.

As you eat your breakfast, you thought about your dream last night. It was about Francis coming home, and giving you roses. Then he put champagne on the table, after kissing your cheek of course. He was saying he was always going to be there for you, and he loved you… and that’s when you woke up. What really frustrated you was that you have had that same dream so many times before, and always woke up at the same time, never knowing what happened after that.

You sigh as you put your dishes in the sink. When was the last time I have breakfast with Francis? You think. Your mind wandered until you finally came back to the real world to notice you were in the living room. Shrugging, you just turned on the TV to (yourfavoriteTVshow) and sat down on the couch.

5 minutes later, you hear the door open.

“Bonjour, ma chérie~!”Francis says as he spots you. You smile as you run up to him and glomp him.

“Whoa, easy there, ma chérie.” He laughs and hugs you back. You giggle as his long, wavy blonde hair tickles your neck. That’s when you notice it. The smell. The smell of wine, and perfume. You break away from the hug.

“Where were you last night?” You ask, trying to act normal. “You didn’t come home last night, or answer your cell. I was worried.”

“Ah, I was on business orders. I had to go visit… Arthur, yeah, Arthur. My boss needed some resources from ‘im.” He said. You knew he was lying, but decided to play along.

“Oh, okay. Just please answer your phone next time, okay?” You ask with a sweet and worried tone.

“Alrighty. I’m sorry, ma chérie.” He hugs you one more time before going into the kitchen to get some breakfast. You make your way back over to the couch.

“Hey, when you’re done, you want to join me?” You yell from the living room.

“Ah, sure, that would be lovely.” He replied. You turned back on the TV to continue your show. 10 minutes later he joins you.

You both cuddle on the couch. You sigh happily, and Francis looks down at you and smiles. You smile back. After 45 minutes, his phone buzzes, indicating he got a text. He purposely holds it in a way you can’t read the text or see who it’s from. He sighs.

“I ‘ave to go, ma chérie. My Boss wants me.” He gently pulls you off of him, and as he does, you get a glimpse of the text. Your eyes widen. “Hey, I feel a bit lonely… want to come over? I need some company. (;” You just shook your head and pretend you didn’t see the text.

“Awwww. Okay.” You get up and hug him, kissing him on the cheek. He does the same, and then heads for the door.

“I’ll be back tonight, okay?” He says before closing the door behind him. You just yell OK back to him, and then here to door shut. You slowly sink back into the couch, tears streaming down your face. You couldn’t believe it. You had been right all along. He was cheating on you. You weren’t really sad that he had been cheating on you, since you kind of already knew he was, it was just that you had wasted all of these months with him that you could have been spending with someone else.

You look around the room. The emptiness you were getting used to greeted you. You glance around the room, looking for something to help you. Your eyes land on your cell phone, and you immediately pick it up and dial Arthur’s number.

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Because in real life, you’re not what I thought
-Real life- This isn’t what I want
Guess things aren’t always what they seem

But in my dreams, I’m, waking up to roses
Champagne, kisses and I know it’s always, always, going to be, going to be this way.
In my dreams, you’re, standing right beside me
Two hearts, finally colliding
Then I wake up, and realize, realize, this is real life

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You sit on your couch, tears still streaming down your face. Arthur said he’d be at your house 5 minutes ago. And just like magic (pun intended), there he was, knocking on your door. You run to the door, and open it. Arthur is standing at your door, with a worried expression on his face. But once he sees your face, he immediately pulls you into a hug.

“My goodness, love. What did he do to you?” He asks from behind your shoulder. You don’t answer back because you’re crying so hard. He just sighs, and gently releases you from him, and then leads you inside. Sitting you on the couch, he sits next to you, and then asks what’s wrong.

“Fr-Francis has been cheating on me. And I think he has been for a while now.” You say in between sobs. You tell him about the text, and all of the nights he’s never home and all of the times he never answered his cell phone.

“Oh, and he said that he was at your place last night.” You say, remembering what Francis said this morning.

“What? Like bloody hell he was! My gosh, _____, I’m so sorry.” Arthur said, pulling you in for a hug.

“No, it’s my fault. I’m obviously not good enough for him, and you warned me anyways.” You reply, hugging him back. Suddenly Arthur pulls you out of the hug and holds your shoulders at arm’s length.

“Don’t EVER tell yourself you are not good enough.” Arthur burns his gaze into yours. “If anything, HE’s not good enough for YOU.” Shocked, you sit there, staring at him. Then you smile.

“Thanks, Arthur. You always make me feel better.” You say. His gaze softens.

“Anything for you, love.” He smiles. You stare into his leaf green eyes. They were so kind, so soft… and loving. Before you could think anymore, Arthur grabs the TV remote.

“Now how about we watch some (enterfavoriteshowhere)?” He grins at you. You grin back, and cuddle up next to him, with his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

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In real life, it doesn’t always work out
People fall, in love and then they fall out
Hearts can break, and never make a sound

Because in real life, you’re not what I thought –Real life-
This isn’t what I want
Guess things aren’t always what they seem

But in my dreams, I’m, waking up the roses
Champagne, kisses and I know it’s always, always, going to be, going to be this way.
In my dreams, you’re, standing right beside me
Two hearts, finally colliding
Then I, wake up, and realize, realize, this is real life

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~Time skip, next day.~

Well, Francis never came home from the day before. But you didn’t mind, since you spent the entire day with Arthur. You stare blankly at the ceiling from your bed. Yesterday was the most fun you had in a long time. Secretly, you always loved Arthur. But you never wanted to tell him, fearing that he didn’t love you back in the same way. Sighing, you get up, and make your way downstairs. Right when you get into the kitchen, you hear the door open. You run over to the front door, and you were just about to glomp Francis before you saw the person next to him. You couldn’t believe it. Whenever he was never home, or even when you saw the text, you just brushed it off, a little part of you still hoping it wasn’t true. But this, this was going too far. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces.

“Oh, Bonjour, ma chérie~!!!” Francis said. He voice was slurred and he smelled strongly of alcohol. The lady next to him, who was wearing a tight low cutting black dress and brown hair, also looked drunk. You stood in front of them, frozen.

“What’s wrong, ma chérie??” Asked Francis, oblivious to the fact that he was the thing that was wrong. Your anger over boils.

“WHAT THE HELL FRANCIS? Do I mean NOTHING to you? Every morning I wake up, and no one is there! Every time I call you, no one answers! You treat me like crap, and all I ever gave you was my love! I’m done with you Francis, I’m DONE!” You scream in his face, and then run out of the house.

“_____! Where are you going??” Francis called after you, and for a second, you thought he actually sounded worried.

“Oh, leave her. She’ll be okay. Now we have to house to ourselves~” You heard the woman say. Shaking your head, hoping it was all a dream, you ran for the local park, where you first met Arthur and Francis. You met them when you were 8. Once you were 14 they told you that they were personifications of the counties France and England.

Since it was a cold, windy, rainy, and cloudy day, no one was at the park. You slowly walk to a swing and sit down. You try to stop the tears from coming, since they only freeze half way down your face because of the cold, but all of the memories you spent with Francis overwhelm your mind, making it hard to hold onto your sanity.

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Just when I thought this was all real life could be, yeah
Somebody came along, and made my dreams reality

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Someone suddenly grabbed your shoulders. You look up, and your eyes meet leaf green. You blink for a second, knowing it’s not spring. Then you realize its Arthur, holding onto your shoulders, gazing at you with a panicked face.

“______?! Love, what’s wrong?” He says desperately. You stare at him for a few seconds before getting up and hugging him as tight as you could.

“It’s over… I’m done with him… I’m done.” You say into his neck. He just embraces you back, rubbing your back with his hand. You don’t know how long you were standing there for, but after a while Arthur pulled back.

“How about to come stay with me for now? It’s so cold out here anyways.” You nod, and he grabs your hand, entwining his fingers with yours. Your heart skips a beat, and little do you know that Arthur’s heart pretty much stops.

By the time you both reached his house, it was 6:00. Once inside, you lay down on his couch, exhausted from all the day’s walking.

“Tired?” Arthur quietly asked. You groan to let him know you mean yes. He just softly smiles, and walks over to the couch. Before you knew it, he had picked you up bridal style and was walking upstairs. Too tired to complain, you go along with it. Going into a room, he sets you down on his bed, and lays the covers over you. As he turned to leave, you grabbed his wrist.

“Please don’t go.” You whisper tiredly. He just smiles softly and climbs in next to you. Wrapping his arms around you, he kisses your forehead.

“Anything for you, love.”

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And now in real life, I’m waking up the roses
Champagne, kisses and I know it’s always, always, going to be, going to be this way
In my dreams, he’s standing right beside me
Two hearts finally colliding
Then I wake up, and realize, realize, this is real life~

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~Time skip, next morning~

You blink open your eyes. It takes you a second to remember where you are and why you are there. And after you remember, you wish you hadn’t. You look over to your side and see the bed empty. You panic at first, but then tell yourself he’s probably just downstairs. Getting up, you quietly make your way downstairs. Hearing noise coming from the kitchen, you walk in to find him cooking. Uh oh, you think. Arthur’s cooking… Arthur then turns around and notices you. He smiles.

“Good morning, Love. I hope you slept well. Have a seat, breakfast will be done soon.” He said, gesturing toward the table. You blink as you realize the table is set with roses and champagne. Just like your dream. Sitting down, you quietly watch Arthur as he cooks. Once he’s done, he sets a plate in front of you. On it is eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. Then he puts down a cup and pours some champagne in it. He does the same for himself, and sits down on the other side of the table.

As you examine your breakfast, you see that none of it is burnt. Surprised, you take a bite of an egg, preparing for the worst. But you find it actually tastes like an egg. The look on your face must have been pretty surprised, because Arthur burst out laughing.

“My goodness, ______, I may not be able to cook scones, but I can at least make eggs.” He’s still laughing even after he says that. Your face just turns red from embarrassment, which only makes him laugh harder. Finally he calms down, and continues eating. You do the same. Once you are both done, Arthur takes the dishes, and puts them into the sink. He glances outside before turning back to you.

“It’s a nice day outside. Do you want to go for a walk outside?” He asks. You smile.

“Sure.” He takes your hand into his, and walks you out the door. He leads you out side and then out to the back of his house. His backyard is wooded, and he takes you along a path. You both walk with a peaceful silence between you, content with the blissful atmosphere. After twisting a turning at paths, he leads you down a path that seemed vaguely familiar. Trusting Arthur, you just simply followed him. After a minute, you remembered. This was where you and Arthur used to play when you were little. Since Francis would get a little out of hand sometimes, you and Arthur had retreated here. Francis never found out about this little place. Once out of the path, you were in a small grove, filled with flowers and grass. The flowers were on the rim of the grove, with soft, green grass in the middle. The sunlight beamed through the trees, lighting the grove perfectly.

“It’s… it’s beautiful. I don’t remember it being this pretty, though.” You say, a little confused.

“Well, I’ve done a little work…” Arthur said, looking away. Was he blushing?

“Really… why?” You asked. He glanced at you before looking down.

“I… uh… wanted to show you it when I was done. You’ve been so stressed lately; I thought this would be a good place for you to relax…” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, still refusing to look at you. You just smile.

“That’s so sweet of you, Arthur. Thank you.” You say before hugging him. He freezes at first, but then relaxes and returns the hug. Before you can pull apart from him, he says something.

“______? Can I tell you something…?” He says, sounding unsure. You just nod into his neck.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“______.... I love you.” He whispers. Your heart stops.

“What…?” You ask, not sure if you heard him right or not. He sighs.

“I said I love you.” He says a little louder, and hugs you tighter. Tears start to stream down your cheeks, but not of sadness, of happiness. He must have felt you shaking, because he pulls back. He face goes from hopeful to crushed, and he pulls you in for another hug.

“I’m so sorry love, it was too early wasn’t it…?” He says quietly. He felt awful for causing you more pain. Then what you say next makes him go stiff.

“No, no, I love you too, Arthur.” Right after you said that, he pulls you back and holds you at arm’s length, searching your eyes.

“R-really?” He says, almost as if he couldn’t believe it. You nod, smiling behind your tears. His face turns red as a thought comes into his mind.

“Then… can I kiss you?” He asks before turning his head away, avoiding your eyes. In response, you lightly put your hand on his cheek, causing him to look at you. Before he could react or say anything, your lips meet his. It takes him less than a second to kiss you back. After you break from the kiss for air, you hug him as tight as you could.

“Thank you… thank you so much.” You say as another tear slides down your cheek.

“Anything for you, love…”

Your dream had finally come true. <3

~Fin~