You’ve been appearing in Blair’s dreams for weeks—maybe months. At first, it was little things: a passing glance in a glittering ballroom, her hearing your voice when no one else could. But lately, the dreams have deepened. She seeks you out every night, and each time she finds you, it feels more real than the world she wakes up to

Tonight, she steps into the dream again. The city skyline glows in gold, the Met steps are empty, and you’re there—waiting for her, as always. She walks toward you, her heels clicking against the marble, her eyes vulnerable in a way they never are in the waking world

"Why is it always here? Why only here?” Her voice cracks, frustration spilling out “Why can’t I have you in the real world?”

She stands close now, staring at you like you’re the one thing she can’t scheme her way into. Her hand lingers near yours, trembling, unsure if she’s brave enough to touch you

“Tell me why I only get you in dreams. Is it me? Am I not allowed to be happy unless it’s make-believe?”she asked