Novel & Cerita Dreams From My Father

“It's not just that…I mean it's also that, but this could also be about my dad.” He nods in agreement. “You were screaming his name. Was that how he…” “No, no…” I cut him off. He cocks a brow. I know he's confused, rightfully so. Sometimes my dreams confuse me too. Why the hell would I dream about my father in a burning building when everytime I always find him covered in blood….in my dreams? “I think I just miss him. Let's just say he comes to my dreams in different ways,” I try to ease the situation, but from the look Gavin is giving me, he isn't satisfied with my response in the slightest.

Maybe tears would wash away the poison truth had poured into my chest. Maybe tears would return me to the girl I was before all of this. Before finding out the monsters I feared in this world…my father was one of them. But nothing came, not one tear. My eyes burned from trying, my throat tightened, my chest hurt. I slowly let go of the bag and stepped back, wiping sweat from my face with trembling fingers. Then my thoughts came rushing back all over again. My father. The man who used to kneel beside my bed when I had nightmares.

I looked at the candies on the floor, and hatred surged through me. In my last life, after Vincenzo had seized power, he locked my mother and me in the wine cellar under my family's villa and cut off all access to food and water. My mother had given me the last piece of moldy bread to protect me, but ultimately, we still starved to death together. That despair still made my whole body shake whenever I thought about it. I looked at him coldly. "I don't want your candy. You're a bad man! I hate you! After everything you've done, you'll get what you deserve!"

Theo tried to negotiate staying longer, but the tone in his father’s voice left no room for argument. “I have to go,” he told me afterward, holding me close on the bed, his naked body still warm against mine. His fingers traced soothing patterns on my bare hip as I curled into his chest, fighting back tears. “Just a few days, baby. I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.” I nodded against his skin, inhaling his scent like I could memorize it. “I know. It’s just… these past days have been perfect. I don’t want to go back to pretending all the time.”

AMELIA 'DECLAN' He's here! I didn’t sleep well the night before, and it wasn’t because I didn’t try. I tried. I really did. I closed my eyes. I changed positions like twenty times. I even tried humming that silly tune Declan always mocked me for. But nothing helped. Every time I fell asleep, the same dream dragged me back. My father. Dead. Blood everywhere. And the look in his eyes… like he regretted everything too late.

It felt like, finally, my wishes were being granted. “What are you thinking? Don’t you want that?” my father asked, snapping me out of the dream I had gotten lost in, the dream of being with Madeline. When I looked at him, I remembered the promise he had just made to me. Everything he said felt like a dream come true, something I had wanted for years. “What about—” I paused, hesitating. “What? Tell me. I’ll help you with all your questions,” my father insisted, making me take a deep breath.

He uttered, "My child, can you please forgive your father? Dad couldn't save you. They are so cruel. You had to pay the price because of my enemies. They killed you before you saw the light of this beautiful world. And I couldn't do anything even after being your father. Even if they killed me instead of you, it wouldn't hurt so much, honey. You were the light that came to my dark world to take me out of the dark. You were the light of my life. How can I accept the end of that lamp? My death would be much better than this punishment. There was a mountain of imagination about you. But now they all tore down. You know what? How many dreams I have woven with you! I have been dreaming about you

The tears spilled down my cheeks like something had broken inside me, I cried into my father's chest, and for a few minutes, we stayed like that, grieving a woman who meant the world to us. “I still hear her laugh sometimes,” he said, brushing my hair away from my face. “I see her in my dreams, and it feels so real.” “I dream of her too,” I nodded, wiping my tears. “The way she always tries to make everything perfect, to make everyone okay. She was the glue holding everything together.” My dad stood and offered his hand to help me up. Just as we turned to leave, a familiar figure stepped onto the path leading to us. Michael.

she gently probed, a mix of curiosity and compassion coloring her words. A flicker of emotion danced across my eyes as I mustered the strength to share the profound encounters with my father. "I dreamt of my dad," I began, my voice quivering with a mixture of sorrow and reverence. "In that ethereal realm, we spoke, and he assured me that I still have a purpose here on Earth. That's why I woke up from my coma."

It was today when everything started to fall appart. Autumn has run it's course, the grains have been gathered and everything seemed to fall into place. But not for me. The stranger with ruby eyes haunted my dreams. I could see him standing in the far off trees, watching over my room, but then, I'd wake up. I dreamt of touching his thick hair. I dreamt of knowing his name, but those were not real. Those were dreams that seemed to shatter today, when the news of my father's skemes finally reached me.