"Gasp!" I wake up in my bed, panting.
"Jester?" I look around and process where I am.
"No way..." I open the curtains. It's a sunny morning, like nothing happened. I sit back down in my bed.
"It was...a dream? But it couldn't be, it felt so real..." I lay down and stare at the ceiling.
Jester, the castle, the mysterious man. They were all a dream?
"Why do these things happen to me? I get bullied, abused... And now, I dream of a fantasy world? What is wrong with me...?", I cover my face with my hands.
"...I'm so tired of everything."
For the next few days, sitting still became a habit. I was alone with my thoughts, no one looking for me, no one caring. Not even myself.
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The Jester
Romance(A short story) (Completed) 18-year-old Elise has lost hope for romance (or even friends) ever since her crush rejected her very rudely. And without romance and not many relationships in her life, she's gotten tired. Until one night, she meets a Je...
