Hey guys, I realized I published this without adding an important part, sorry!!!

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My mother's soft gentle hand stroked my cheek. Her flowery perfume filled the air as she kissed my forehead. She wiped my tears and smiled. Her light voice filled my ears. "It was just a nightmare, child. Everything will be alright. I'm here for you." I nodded in acknowledgement as she placed her hand on my forehead and a new smell of Vanilla and Cinnamon filled the air. The last thing I remember is my eyelids feeling heavy, before promptly drifting off to sleep.

I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping. Bailey groaned and whined from the sleeping bag on the floor. I watch as he quietly walks over to me, rubbing his eyes and fixing his mid length dark curly dark emerald green, hair, which matched his mesmerizing eyes perfectly.

"Remind me why I can't sleep on the bed with you, it is my bedroo-" I broke into a fit of sobs and he stopped talking looking worryingly at me. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back to calm me down. "What happened?" He asks, placing his chin on the top of my head, tucking me away safely.

"I-I saw my mom..." I mumble quietly, muffled from me hiding my head in his shoulder. He got up and picked up the lighter, lighting the incense in his room to calm me down. I was so thankful he kept that gift. I grabbed the nearest stuffed animal and squeeze it tightly. Bailey came up to me, rubbing the top of my head in reassurance.

"She was a good lad-" I cut him off.

"Bailey... there was something different about this dream. Her ears... they were pointed. And- and there was this man in the corner. He was very..." I patted the stuffed animal, it was a small wooly brown dog.

"Very...?" I look at him and sigh, unable to quite explain it.

"He was like, soft. Like furry soft. Like him..." I held up the stuffed dog to his face, lion king style. He looked at me and groaned.

"Alice... Where are your meds?" He says only half joking, and I glare at him, angry at his lack of belief.

"You don't believe me." I say grumpily, hugging the dog closely to me. He awkwardly runs his fingers through his hair, not really sure what to say.

"It's... hard to sometimes, but I try my best to believe you. It's just a lot to process sometimes. I'm not the one with the weird flashbacks and visions." He says quietly, sitting down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder. I sigh and grumble agreeingly.

"I guess... it's not very fair to you to sleep on the floor. Come on. And don't try anything funny." I say seriously, tucking myself under the covers as he raises his hands in disbelief, as if he would never try anything.

He looks at me in shock as I pull down the covers, making room for him.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomforta-" I held up my hand, stopping him from speaking. "It's not like we are doing anything other than sleeping. Don't make me change my mind." He nods obediently and quietly lays next to me as I hide my face under the covers, not wanting him to see how red it was.

"C-can I..." His hand hovered over the side of my waist awkwardly, afraid of how I might respond.

"Umm... sure? Thank you... thank you for asking." He gently put his hand on my waist pulling me closer to him. As he does so, I can't help but think of what his ex said before giving me the macarons.

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"So, how'd she take it?" He mumbles, pausing the game to grab a macaron, shoving it into his mouth. "She cried. Just like Kyler did, like Tiffany did, like Ben did... like all the others." He sighed, looking at me, grabbing me by the chin so I had to look into his dark green eyes.

"Alice.. please listen... there's a girl, a girl I am in love with. But she doesn't love me back. Even though I have loved her for years. So I'm trying to learn to love someone else. But no matter how hard I try... I will always love her to an amount so large, it cannot be mimicked or copied."

He then let go of me, getting up to set up the his sleeping bag, and turning off the TV. I quietly left the room to change, unsure how to respond. This girl must be pretty important. Who is she? I slowly put on my pajamas, not wanting to leave the room.

Not being able to trust myself to control my anger and frustration at him for being in relationships with people in the first place, if he had no intent to be with them in the future! Just as I was putting my pajama shirt on, ready to button it, the door clicks, and slowly opens.

"Hey Alice, I have those pajamas you like so much, my old ones? If you want to wear those in-" He looks up from his phone, seeing my half-nakedness. "Huh. Not something I regret seeing." He says before I scream at him to be out, feeling violated.

"I'm soorrryyyy." He calls from the other side of the bedroom door, jiggling the doorknob and groaning in annoyance. "I really am sorry! Can we go to bed now?" I heard him bang on the door a couple times more before finally letting him in. "I'm only letting you in because I'm sleeping on the bed, you can sleep on the floor."

He grumbled, setting up his sleeping bag on the ground, and stretching. Every time he got up to grab a blanket for cushioning, he would give me puppy dogs eyes, but I had to be strong. No way was I letting him next to me.

I drift off to sleep, wondering.

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I want to ask him so badly... am I that girl? The girl that made your ex agree to you breaking up with her so easily? Can't I be the one you have loved for so long? Is that so selfish to ask...? I just want to scream... "I want to be that girl! I want you to hold me like this every night. Not anyone else..." But something stops me everytime.