You had this bad habit of being lost in your thoughts a bit… too much.

Sure, it’s not forbidden to daydream a little and make up cute little scenarios of situations you’d like to happen to you. The problem was, that you were doing it obsessively.

You’d do it at any given second of the day — doing the laundry, cooking, just simply functioning. Or before bed, you’d lie down surrounded by pillows and when you closed your eyes, you’d think about him.

Soldier Boy.

You didn’t know what it was about this man that it had to be him specifically. You didn’t know if it was your childhood obsession with him and the comfort you got from dreaming about the man who’d be strong enough to protect you from all the evil in the world. You didn’t know if it was the comfort you felt or the attraction — cause let’s be real, Soldier Boy was so fucking hot.

Your case was complex, your thoughts were complex and all over the place as you tried to navigate between the real world and the one you created in your own mind.

And the fact that you started seeing him, definitely wasn’t helpful at all. At first, it wasn’t that bad, because nothing was happening. Then, you’d start hearing his voice at random times and in different situations, like a devil on your shoulder urging you to do something. And then, you began seeing him — it started in your dreams where you’d go as far as to have conversations with him. And then it went to the real world.

So you began to wonder — was it real?

“What are you getting so worked up over now, sweetheart?” He drawled, tipping your chin up so you were looking at him.