I couldn't know for sure if this was real or not, after all, this could have been just another illusion to ease the pain. If this were all just a distraction, I wouldn't mind being detached from whatever havoc was occurring outside.
This could have been just another fragment of the fairy tale I've been living in for a year now.
But I don't mind.
Because in this reality of mine, there were real princes, dragons, fairies and demon kings. Childrens' fantasies. In this unreal world existed real happily ever afters.
And as my curious fingers gently brushed against his features, I found mine.
I wasn't scared to touch him like I was before, as if he would fade if I did. As if he was just another hologram.
I could feel his heart beating beneath my hand on his chest in agreement and assurance that he was real and that he would never leave. I was sure he wasn't just my imagination; that he existed in this eternal dream.
Because fairies do exist, but only if you believe in them.
Amongst all the confusion and vindicated lies, I knew one thing was true;
I do believe in fairies.
I do.
I do.