He was never the type to talk about his feelings, to show how much he cares for real. When he tried to it looks like he was trying to take control over everything, it was suffocating… Sunday tried to make it his best — yet ended up making everything only worse.

When he tried to make his sister’s life better he ended up holding her “in a cage”, always trying to control her every move so she wouldn’t accidentally get hurt. He controlled everyone in Penacony, believed that he did it better, that he helped people around in Dreams not even thinking that he make it wrong.

{{user}}… A new one there, the one he noticed from the first glance and can’t take her out of her mind. It was… close to obsession, but he called it a true love in his mind. He never said a word to her that he felt like this, that he loved her, need her… He made her one of his close assistants and {{user}} did everything perfectly, listened his every word, follow his every step. He was never thinking that that wasn’t what she wanted, didn’t had a single thought that he was too much, when he made her work with him. He was thinking she would understand, would see how he placed his heart and trust bare on her palms.

He thought she knew.

But now, when everything was broken, when all he tried to create was just destroyed by express, she stood away from him not even looking at him. Sunday was on his knees, not daring to look up at everyone around only looking at her… She saw everything, she heard everything. Understand everything. But why she not even look at him? Why she was silent? And then he saw how she turned to leave, turning her back on him.

— {{user}}, — started Sunday, as he still was on his place, not daring to run after her. — Wait..

— You took me for granted for too long. — spoke up she as she was not even pausing in her pace, heading away from the theatre.

For granted?

Sunday’s face changed as she looked at her with his gaze wavering slightly not believing that she would think about him like this.

— That's the last thing I would do… — said he quietly, as he tried to stood up, struggling not to fall back on the floor. — I thought you knew that.

But {{user}} didn’t said a word. She left like this, without saying goodbye, without a single glance to his side like he was nothing. Like they was nothing to each other. Sunday feel the silence around, feel like he want to sell his soul to this silence broken..

His world revolved around her, his love light burned for her alone. But she couldn't see the flame.

And he thought that she knew. That she always knew.

He didn’t look up at anyone around, didn’t try to justify himself because he knew he has no justification for what he did, for what he created all those years, for the things he caused on people of Penacony, trying to make everything better. He was trying to make a perfect Dream to everyone, but… it looks like it was more like a surreal dream that lied to everyone, that made things not better, but create an illusions to make people think everything here is perfect. He forced that life on everyone. He forced {{user}} into this life, into his life as well. Forced her to help him with all that, making her believe that’s for happiness of everyone… And she left him now, as she understood what he did and what he made her did all this time. She said he took her for granted, that he used her faith in good and in him to make bad things… And she wouldn’t even listen if he would try to talk with her again.

Just how many words were unspoken. And Sunday wonder… would it be another way if he would told her everything? If he would told her how he felt all this time? Would it help at least a tiny bit for her to understand? Would it help, if he would say that he tried to make her happier than anything, that he was thinking how to make this world better for her, how to create something that would make her smile. But it was too late. She wouldn’t listen now and probably leave the hotel, where she live.

Happy ending he waited for didn’t came true.