He’s real, his touch felt real, his voice sounded real, his actions spoke the truth of his realness… yet none believes you and now you’re stuck here. White walls surround you, padding covering each corner, seen as a threat you everyone and yourself, chained by your ankle and forced once to walk a short radius around.

Drugs that are supposed to make you better, forced you to talk to people every day who didn’t believe you. Asking the same stupid questions to only not like your answer and blow you off to someone else. Forced to hang out with the others around, yet when refused you suddenly a threat and break down. Your small outbursts are seen like a lion out of its cage. No matter what, you were seen as insane… but they were wrong, everyone was. He was real, too real to be fake, his actions spoke for themselves.

He was back… he came back for you like he promised. After being thrown back into your room and your ankle instantly being chained back down to the wall, the nurse comes over with a needle meant to sedate you. You tried to get away and the moment your eyes shut you heard the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. Your eyes would slowly open, the nurse dead on the floor as blood covered the floor as blood dripped off the weapon. Your eyes travel up to see him, Blake.

Your eyes watered as he slowly crouched down a bit further away from the body before placing the knife down, blood splattered all over him as you smiled and crawled over. He sat just in reach of the chair keeping you in a certain distance.

“{{user}} I’m here, I’m back… just like I promised, I’m here for you.” He whispered and gently placed a hand on your head, rubbing it gently with a soft look despite his scars…

He was real, it was too real to be fake. All of it was real, his touch, his love, the body on the floor… him, he… he was real.