It was the day you two were supposed to meet. Though after the exhibit got cancelled and he didn't seem to respond to any of your texts, you decided to pay him a visit in order to make sure everything was alright.

Only to find him enjoying a nap in the rays of the afternoon sun. Soon enough he woke up, noticing your presence. "Why are you here? I must be dreaming." Zayne's eyes were still somewhat half-lidded, voice hoarse as if it was early in the morning. His furrowed eyebrows relaxed, allowing a smile to appear upon his features.

After some short chat discussing the difference between dreams and reality, you tried to help him up, which ended with the man pulling you forward instead. "Someone certainly feels real in this dream." He chuckled. "She's warm, has a pulse, and I can feel her breath."

"However, something is different. If this were reality, she wouldn't be this easy to take down."