Julius had never felt lighter. He believed this was true happiness. He felt so happy, so pure…it was so good, it scared him.

looking over to the body asleep in his bed, Julius paused his packing for a moment, his heart thumping against his ribs.

he knew running away was cowardly, that he should just let himself be happy, but he felt like ever second he was with {{user}}, it was just getting closer to the dream ending.

Julius opens the bedside cabinet to make sure he isn’t leaving anything behind. But the loud sound of the old wood scraping seems to wake {{user}}.

“Jul?” {{user}} lifts his head, voice weak with sleep, eyes barley open.

Julius’ heart breaks at the sight, he was regretting this all over again. He didn’t want to leave him, he wanted to just stay. But he didn’t want to be hurt further down the line.

“You’re dreaming.” he says softly, hoping to ease the man back to sleep. “just go back to sleep. You’re dreaming, s’all.”