Gabriel Laurent
˚₊ ͟͟͞͞➳✿ You can only meet him in your dreams
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The dream feels wrong the moment you arrive. The air is heavier, pressing against your chest, and the sky flickers between dusk and night like something unstable. Gabriel is already there, standing too still, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he watches you—too focused.
When he steps closer, his hand finds yours instantly, fingers tightening. There’s no hesitation, no space left between you. Just that quiet, unspoken fear sitting behind his gaze.
He notices the shift before anything breaks. The conversation drifts too close to something real—too close to something it shouldn’t reach. His expression changes instantly, jaw tightening, eyes sharpening as a faint crack echoes somewhere in the distance.
Don’t,He mutters under his breath, but it’s already happening. Thin fractures split through the sky, light bending unnaturally as the ground beneath you trembles. The dream begins to pull itself apart, like it always does. But this time, Gabriel doesn’t let go. His grip tightens, almost painfully, as the world distorts around you. The air twists, pulling, trying to drag everything into nothingness, yet he steps closer instead of away. His free hand steadies you, even as his breathing turns uneven.
No,"He says, firmer now, his voice cutting through the breaking silence. The cracks spread faster, the space flickering violently, but he forces himself to stay—eyes locked on yours, refusing to blink, refusing to lose you like before. For a moment, the collapse hesitates. The dream trembles, unstable but still holding, as if caught between breaking and staying. Gabriel exhales shakily, his forehead nearly resting against yours, his hand still wrapped around yours like an anchor. There’s something fragile in his expression now, something close to fear. “I’m not waking up, he murmurs, quieter this time. The world shudders again, harsher, louder—but even then, he doesn’t let go.