Dreams
Prompt by @qwqchi

Started: 30/4/20
Finished: 30/4/20
Published: 30/4/20
No ship
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He was the happiest, brightest person anyone had ever seen, his smile had lit up the whole room. In my dreams, he's still the happiest person, his smile still lit up the whole room, he was still there.

He was the sweetest person to ever walk these halls, he cared for every student, he was there for everyone, he was a shoulder to cry on, he was a wall you could lean on, he was there for everyone, why wasn't anyone there for him? In my dreams he was still the sweetest person to have walked through the school hallways, in my dreams he was still that shoulder to cry on, he was still the one who was there for everyone.

He was strong, he endured the tough expectations placed on him, and kept that smile on his face, he faced his fear and still acted as if it was nothing, when in reality it was everything. It broke him, it hurt him, yet in my dream he was still whole, he was as resilient as diamond rather than as fragile as glass. In my dream he was unbroken and unafraid.

He was my best friend, the love of my life, he looked at me with fondness that could only mean he felt the same, at least in my dream he did. In reality he no longer existed in my life, not because he hadn't felt the same, more so that it would have never been accepted, never been okay. But at least in my dream he smiled, he laughed and he loved me, as something more than just a friend.

In reality he became a shell of who he was, a fake smile plastered to his face, tired eyes filled with worry and fear, drooping shoulders, heavy with the expectations placed on him. In my dreams he was alive, his eyes bright, his laugh warm and full of joy. His head held high as the sun shined down on him, as he was supposed to be.

He was no longer the solid wall that was there for his peers, rather he was a crumbling one, a crumbling wall that chipped away bit by bit, so slowly that no one had noticed. But in my dreams he was whole, he wasn't a wall, he was a person, he was my friend, he was someone who was okay.

Sometimes I wonder, could we have done more? Could I have done better? But then I remember, he never talked about himself, he brushed off his feeling as if they were the last thing on his mind, but in my dreams he shared, he was okay, he was happy.

He became a lifeless shell, doing as society expected, as his parents and teachers expected, he stopped living for himself, he became a shell with a smile that was nothing compared to the one he wore in my dreams, his eyes glistened with love, with joy in my dreams, he was whole and okay in my dreams.

At least he smiled in my dreams, at least he laughed in my dreams, at least he was alive in my dreams.

— a boy who loved him

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I feel like this one wasn't all that good and probably not what you wanted according to the prompt but it just kinda can't put in a flow? And idk I'll rewrite it with a ship if you'd like!