Intermission: Vivian’s side.

It was because of the loud noise, that sounded like a plate shattering, that Vivian’s eyes snapped open. Slowly, she began to process the situation as she moved around in her bed.

It was 10:20 in the morning. It was Sunday. The sound was probably her mother dropping a plate, which, while a rare occurrence, happened to everyone. It was about time to get up. Her new private tutor would be coming today.

Private tutor…

His name was… John.

That thought triggered very clear memories of her dreams. A feeling of emptiness set itself in her stomach, as she threw her face against a pillow and screamed into it.

“Noooooo!!!” She screamed, thankful that the sound was muffled. She kicked her legs against the bed furiously. “Why, why, why!!?”

“Why did that had to be a dream!?” She asked herself, knowing there was no answer.

The feeling of emptiness moved itself to her chest. She couldn’t see it, but her face was as red as her hair.

“Why…!?” It hurt so much she wanted to cry.

She barely knew that guy. She’d only seen him a few times in passing and mostly ignored him, as she did with most people out of habit now. She was quite sure she held no feelings at all for him…

…and yet that was the best dream she’d ever had.

It was one of those dreams that feel so real and so great that leave you feeling empty when you wake up to realize they’re not real.

She wanted that. Someone that would talk to her, smile at her, laugh with her, hang out with her, encourage her, do… naughty things with her. Yesterday, she would’ve settled with a friend, but now she was hung up on the dream.

She wanted a boyfriend. She wanted that kind of relationship. Two days ago, she held no feeling for that John guys, but now…

No, better stop that train of thought. She knew no one would take an interest in her. That had proven true again and again, and she was constantly reminded of that fact every day at school.

It made thing worse that this guy would now be her tutor, though she’d be lying to herself if she said the previous dream wasn’t a factor in accepting her mother’s idea.

She couldn’t hold it anymore, and tears began to roll down her face.

She wanted that dream to be real so bad.