Layla stirred in the early morning light, the rhythmic crashing of ocean waves drifting through the open window. The sunlight filtered in through soft curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. It felt so peaceful, so right. She stretched slowly, the familiar scent of the sea filling her senses, and turned over to find Lucas beside her. His face was serene, his chest rising and falling in time with the waves, just like old times.
For a moment, Layla was lost in the calmness of the moment, her heart swelling with the simple joy of waking up next to him. But then a creeping sense of unease wrapped around her thoughts, tightening as the seconds passed. This couldn’t be real, could it? The warmth of his body, the sound of the sea, the soft touch of his hand as he instinctively reached for hers—it felt too real to be a dream, and yet, it didn’t make sense.
The last thing she remembered was the darkness. The cold loneliness that had swallowed her whole as her life spiraled beyond her control. She had left him—she had betrayed him in the most profound way imaginable. In her darkest hours, she had run to another, seeking comfort, seeking escape. She had destroyed the very thing she had once held sacred. And Lucas had paid the price. Five long, harrowing years behind bars, his life crumbling in the wake of her choices. And when he had finally been released, eager to reclaim a life that had been stolen from him, he found her still lost in another man’s arms, a web of lies between them.
And yet… here he was. His presence beside her was solid, comforting. The memories of their past seemed distant now, as if they had never truly happened. How could it be?
“Lucas?” Her voice was barely a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might shatter this fragile moment.
He stirred slightly, his sleepy eyes opening to meet hers. A slow, familiar smile crept across his face. “Morning, Layla,” he murmured, his voice husky and full of warmth.
“Are you… really here?” she asked, her voice trembling with the weight of everything she didn’t understand.
Lucas chuckled softly, sitting up and brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Of course I am. Where else would I be?”
Layla’s mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of her life that had led to this moment. It didn’t make sense. The pain, the heartache, the betrayal—was it all just a nightmare? Had it been a figment of her darkest fears? She searched his eyes for answers, but all she saw was love, pure and unwavering, as if the past had never happened.
“I had the most awful dream,” she began, her voice shaking as she tried to explain. “I dreamed that I… that we weren’t together anymore. That I left you for someone else. And you… you went to prison because of me. When you got out, everything was different, everything was wrong. I ruined us.”
Lucas tilted his head, confusion clouding his face for a moment before he leaned in, kissing her forehead softly. “It was just a dream, Layla. A bad dream. None of that happened. I’m right here. We’re right here. Together.”
His words soothed her like a balm, though the edges of confusion still lingered in her mind. She wanted to believe him, to let go of the horrible nightmare that had plagued her sleep. And as she sank back into the warmth of his embrace, the nightmare began to fade, retreating into the recesses of her memory, where it belonged.
The rest of the day unfolded like a perfect, sun-drenched dream. They strolled along the sandy beach, hand in hand, the surf kissing their feet as they walked. Layla breathed in the salty air, savoring every second of the simplicity and beauty surrounding them. Laughter came easily, bubbling up between them as they reminisced about old times and shared inside jokes.
They had lunch at a little beachfront café, the sea breeze playing with Layla’s hair as Lucas smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with an affection she thought had been lost forever. She leaned across the table, taking his hand in hers, marveling at how easy it all felt, how right.
The day stretched on in golden hues, the sun beginning its slow descent toward the horizon. They spent hours just being together, walking along the shore, splashing in the waves, and sitting quietly watching the sky transform into a canvas of pinks and oranges.
That night, back at their cozy beach house, they prepared a simple dinner together, the sounds of their laughter and the clinking of dishes filling the air. Layla couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so content, so utterly at peace.
They curled up on the couch after dinner, the flickering light from the TV casting soft shadows across the room. Movie night—just like they used to have, before everything went wrong. Layla rested her head on Lucas’s shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, feeling safe in his presence, as though all the pain had been washed away by the sea.
But as the movie played, her eyelids grew heavy. Layla fought against the pull of sleep, afraid that if she closed her eyes, this beautiful day would slip through her fingers. She wanted to hold onto it forever.
But sleep claimed her, and the next thing she knew, Layla’s eyes snapped open. The sunlight was gone, replaced by the harsh artificial glow of a bedside lamp. She wasn’t on the couch anymore; the beach house was gone. Instead, she found herself in a dark, cramped bedroom. Lucas wasn’t there.
The hollow ache in her chest returned with brutal force as she realized that the perfect day at the beach, the love, the laughter—it had all been a dream. A beautiful lie. She was back in the cold, painful reality of her life.
Her breath caught in her throat as she sat up, her eyes darting around the room. And then, in the dim light, she saw him—Lucas—slumped in a chair by the window, his face buried in his hands. He looked as broken as she felt, his shoulders trembling under the weight of it all. She could see the despair etched into his very being, the hopelessness that had consumed him since her betrayal. He hadn’t gone to the beach with her. He had never left this room.
It was real. This, this bleak and lonely room, this unbearable weight—it was the truth. The nightmare wasn’t just a dream. It was her reality.
Tears spilled from her eyes as she stared at Lucas, her heart breaking all over again. She had hoped, for just a moment, that they could go back to the way things were, that they could find each other again. But the darkness had already claimed them both, and there was no waking up from this.
