trappedinvacancy:

STOP!

Rachel you can’t!

I-

“-love you.”

She’s woken up by her own declaration. She lays there gasping, confused and disoriented, heart hammering.The haze of the dream lingers around her like a cloud. What day is it? Has she already said yes? Is it too late? What is real and what is the dream?

Absently she reaches to wipe the sleep from her eyes, feels damp cheeks. She rubs them away angrily, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. Reflexively, her hand fists into her shirt, above her heart. She squeezes her eyes shut as a surge of pain rips through her chest.

As the dream begins to recede, the lingering panic she carried with her into the waking world is replaced with a sense of hollow dread. She feels empty.

Her eyes find the calendar on the wall and before she can clamp her lips to stifle the sound, a choked sob escapes.

Today she is helping Rachel pick out her wedding dress.

(via fuffylove)