Days 120 – 126 of the experiment.
Gil smiled in his sleep, childhood memories overwhelming him with familiar scents but unwanted feelings. He rolled to his side, hugging his pillow to his face.
Slowly, the familiarity waned and Gil pulled himself awake, slightly confused when he didn’t find himself in the greenhouse on Castle Wulfenbach. Or with Tarvek laying at his side, toes in the grass.
Just a dream, right.
With a heavy sigh, he sat up, stretching. The scent of wet grass hung in the air still from the open window near the bed. Gil peeked out, finding a misty rain coating everything including the sash.
He closed the window before setting about his day, pointedly not thinking about rain and picnics and best friends he could never have back. Read more…