SALVATORE ━━ regulus black

32. dream a little, dream of me

she was dreaming a lovely dream. she was dreaming of him. 

—beatrice, he whispered.

yes my dear?

—i'm not you're dear. not for a few more years.

you speak of the future when i'm already right here. why?

—because we will not have a real future.

really?

—i don't know. maybe. maybe not.

you're cruel. wait, that's impossible. you can't be cruel if you're not really here. i'm not stupid, i know i'm dreaming. why would i dream such a horrible thing?

—i don't know. i think i'm in love with you, by the way. have i ever told you that?

we're only twelve, regulus. we don't even know what love is.

—maybe. do you love me too?

yes. i love you i love you i love you. now what do you say?

—that i appreciate it. although there's no point loving me right now.

why not?

—because you're dying, beatrice, and i'm just a part of your dream. oh beatrice, my love, you never remember your dreams.