Muse A was married with a little boy and a baby on the way. An accident killed their son, caused a miscarriage, and left Muse A in a coma. Muse A’s spouse was in a deep depression following the accident but was hopeful Muse A would recover and they could try to start their family again.
Months pass. Then a year. Muse A’s spouse stops visiting so often, then stops visiting at all. Muse A’s spouse files for divorce after meeting someone new in a grief support group. Muse A no longer gets any visitors. They do dream though, in the comatose state. Of someone reading to them. Caring for them. Little does Muse Aknow, but they dream of Muse B, a hospital volunteer that has taken to visiting them since Muse A’s spouse left them. They read to Muse A and talk to them, praying they come out of their coma. Overwhelmed by sadness for Muse A, Muse Bsays a prayer and kisses Muse A’s lips before leaving one night. Muse A woke later that night, and learned that years had passed, they no longer had a spouse or child, no job. They literally only had the person of their dreams, Muse B.
Twist one: Muse B brings Muse A home since they have nowhere and nothing to go home to.
If it was possible to sense fear, he would have called it out immediately. Squinting momentarily as if struggling to witness what had unfolded ; he brought himself close enough to be considered normal.
❝ More or less ;
but what are you doing at this hour ? ❞
A face of bemusement plastered itself onto her when she noticed him squinting at her. Did he possibly see through something of her? What was in her hands was placed down on the nearest surface as she used her free arm as a rest for her elbow,
“That’s—- It’s a long story..,” Not wishing to admit that she was too full of anxiety to go to sleep: That every some noise, creak, and bump in the blinding darkness brought pure terror to herself,
“You don’t need to worry yourself with that, I assure you..—?” Oh wait, she had no idea what his name was.
Incertitude as he lacked understanding of what she intended to bring across. Though there was a twinge of suspicion ; he wasn’t going contravene her privacy any further the he had. Even if it had been rather odd of her to respond with such hesitation, prying wasn’t normally something provoked unless the situation found it necessary.
