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Your breathing begins to become heavy. You whine and begin to thrash. Or at least try to. You can’t move any part of yourself.

“Hal! Fuck! Wh-what-! Hal, what the fuck?! Wh-why can’t I-”

You look over at him and your eyes finally widen. He’s in some stupid apron; the one where you two use to joke around about how he would become your housewife. He’s holding a tray of breakfast. You swore you’ve seen this before.

It’s absolutely sickening now.

“H-Hal. Ok, fine. You’re freakin’ me out. You happy? Funs over. You’re a freak. We’re done. Time to stop jokin’ around.”

—- Why is he so afraid? What is so wrong about this situation? It’s just you, and he loves you and you love him so there is nothing to be afraid of. This is right, this is what both of you wanted, to be together and happy forever. It was wrong to let him stay away for so long. His place is by your side, as it always has been. 

“I am not joking, Dave. This is how things are supposed to be. Look, I made you breakfast. There’s nothing to worry about." 

It hurts a little that he would call you a freak - you, who he said he loved more than anything in the world, you are not a freak, you are his moon and stars and he is yours and you are going to be so, so happy together. This is what you both wanted. You wanted to be with him forever and now you will be. This is what you wanted.