novelzi Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Go on a date with her, make her blush!
Wait... Wrong genre...
But hey, it still works, right?
Adele, her mind buzzing with a mix of amusement and apprehension, reached Sharon’s side. She had finally figured out why Sharon had betrayed Dorothy in the later chapters of the novel, why she had nearly killed her.
The seeds of that betrayal, that act of desperate defiance, had been sown... in these dreams.
Sharon wasn’t Adele’s original roommate, but she had taken her place, had become a constant presence in Adele’s life, a shadow lurking in the background.
And every night, every naptime, she had immersed herself in these dreams, in these carefully constructed illusions, these... dates, where she could be with Adele, where she could experience a connection that was... impossible in the real world.
While Adele had been navigating the main storyline during the day, interacting with the other antagonists, Sharon had been quietly rewriting the script in her dreams, creating a parallel narrative, a secret love story that only she... remembered.
It was a hidden plotline, a clandestine romance that existed only within the realm of slumber.
Adele, of course, had no recollection of these dreams. And even if she did, it was the dream version of Adele, the one whose subconscious had been manipulated by Sharon, who had fallen for her.
The real Adele barely even acknowledged Sharon’s existence, her impression of her limited to... Dorothy’s lackey. And... someone who was surprisingly kind to her.
She didn’t dislike Sharon, but she certainly didn’t... like her either.
But Adele hadn’t entered the dream. Sharon, the Dream Eater, the master of this realm... she had entered Adele’s dream, and she had refused to leave.
She had fallen in love with the dream version of Adele, had poured her heart and soul into this... illusion, this carefully constructed fantasy, where she could be with Adele, where she could be... loved.
She had made Adele her everything.
But her love... it was a double-edged sword. It had consumed her, blinded her to the truth, to the fragile nature of... dreams.
She had clung to this illusion, had fought to protect it... even when it meant betraying Dorothy, her friend, her protector, the one who had given her a place in this world.
She had nearly killed Dorothy, all for... a dream.
And what had it gotten her?
Nothing.
Her love, her memories... they were all... fake.
It was a gesture of affection, a reward for good behavior. And it was... allowed. Because they were... lovers.
Sharon, her voice a dreamy whisper, her heart overflowing with a joy that was both exhilarating and... terrifying, murmured, “...Adele.”
It was the first time Adele had kissed her, even if it was just a kiss on the forehead. It was a moment to be cherished, to be... hoarded.
Adele, her lips lingering for a moment, then pulling away, looked at Sharon, her eyes shining with a manufactured affection, a carefully constructed illusion of... love.
“I want to... go to your house, Sharon,” she said, her voice soft and persuasive. “We’ve known each other for so long, but... you’ve never invited me over.”
Sharon’s eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing her face.
“To... to my house?”
Adele nodded, her expression innocent, her intentions... hidden.
She wanted to learn more about Sharon, about her past, her present, her... secrets.
Shadows flickered at the edges of her vision, wispy figures that resembled... ghosts? Lost souls?
They drifted past, their voices a jumbled murmur, their words indistinct, their forms... intangible.
They were memories, fragments of Sharon’s past, of Adele’s past, woven into the fabric of the dream. The scenery wasn’t random, but a reflection of their experiences, their shared history.
If Sharon were to take Adele to the rooftop, they might encounter Dorothy. If they went to the infirmary, they would surely run into Celeste.
But Adele didn’t want to reveal her own memories, her own past. She wanted to see... Sharon’s world. Her memories. Her secrets.
“Is that... not allowed?” Adele asked, her voice taking on a wistful tone, her expression a carefully crafted mask of disappointment.
Sharon, flustered, waved her hands, her cheeks flushing.
“N-No... It’s not that... If that’s what you want, Adele...”
Her voice softened, her gaze meeting Adele’s, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and... something else. Something that made her want to... hide.
“Alright,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ll take you there.”
She understood. She couldn’t refuse Adele. Not when she had asked so sweetly, so... innocently.
Besides... as lovers, they both knew what this meant.