(Completed Jenlisa One-Shot) "I had a dream, as vivid as it was. You appeared in it. A playful chuckle leaves your throat as you type in words of love and wonder. Our usual dynamic, of bulletproof sarcasm and deep talks. The way you gently caressed the surface of the subject and told me that my love meant something to you. The depth of my voice comes in a verb that is hard to read, but we agree to work it out. The emotional shock of our past locks whatever I feel for you away. It's foreign to me now that I think of you. If I found the way, would you walk with me? The world turns black, with every muse inside of me falling shut, unheard. A sunken sweet taste of your lips, but you're always bittersweet, honey. You try to hide it, but you know I know you. You try to fight it, but you would rather be free. You're afraid of not being enough and I'm afraid of being too much". "We bleed.. we bruise, but never quit". When you're left wondering if any part of the experience was genuine. A one-shot.