"You sure slept a while," Stella commented while eating Campbell's tomato soup; that was when I realized the hospital stopped caring entirely about serving decent meals. Campbell's is garbage, in all honesty. The only thing related to it that I like is the Warhol piece. I'd love to have met the guy; he seemed like a fascinating fellow.
"Yeah, well... that happens when you're depressed," I replied with a tiny smile.
"Any dreams?" Devon asked curiously.
"Yeah, but I don't remember any of them anymore," I lied. I remembered them just fine; I just didn't feel like taking the time to explain my traumatic past.
"I always forget mine," Angella said with a frown.
"Yeah, same," Thomas replied. He was wearing a shirt that read, "Have you heard of the high elves?" Although I'm not entirely sure, I believe that was a reference to the game Oblivion.
"I once had a dream that I got married," I said without realizing.
"Awwww! Tell me more!" Stella practically begged.
"Well, okay... My wife and I danced to the song Dear God by Avenged Sevenfold, and when she said the words "I do," I burst into tears. I remember my family being there, and for once, they didn't argue about every little thing. I was so happy when I experienced it, then I woke up."
"One day, it'll happen for real," Thomas said supportively.
"I worry about dying alone and being forgotten sometimes," I replied, shaking my head.
"Ha, I'll probably die alone," Angela said, snorting.
"You won't," Devon said supportively.
"How do you know?" she asked in disbelief.
"Because I like you," he said out of nowhere.
The entire table went deathly silent; it was so quiet I could hear my heart pounding.
"Well, guess what?" she asked, blushing salmon pink.
"Hmm?" he asked anxiously.
"I do too."
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The October Amaryllis
Science FictionClive Andrews is a typical 16-year-old boy who never had anything out of the ordinary happen until May 16th, 2020, when he was struck by several feet of ball lightning and nearly killed. After being discharged from the hospital, he realizes that he...