fear

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Little-angel POV

I laid in bed, my mind drifting into the unfathomable depths of sleep. As darkness blanketed my senses, the realm of dreams took hold, unleashing a haunting nightmare that pierced through my consciousness.

In the twisted labyrinth of my imagination, I found myself in a desolate church, its once majestic pillars now crumbling with eerie decay. And there, at the altar, stood Christopher, illuminated by flickering candlelight. But to my dismay, it wasn't me standing beside him—it was Daisy, my closest confidant.

I watched in disbelief as they exchanged vows, their voices echoing through the empty halls. "I promise to cherish you, to protect you for all eternity," Christopher declared, his voice filled with a strange intensity.

"As do I," Daisy replied, her gaze piercing and inscrutable.

The ceremony went on, the words flowing like an ominous melody. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The weight of those words crashed over me, while a co