She's My Sleeping Pill

Stefan was sleeping soundly when he suddenly woke up from loud crashing noise inside their room. It was dark but he remembered that he left the lampshade open to give light to the room. He saw someone standing at the foot of their bed and the person was looking towards someone who was standing in front of him.

Stefan didn't make a sound. The scene was so familiar to him and his back started to sweat coldly. He can't be mistaken. It was the scene fifteen years ago. The only difference was that it was not Alexander standing in the middle of the room, facing the killer on his own. But it was Cayenne. She stood there, looking pale from fright and the man was standing in front of him with a gun.

A shiver went down his spine when he felt the sudden chill on his neck. He was afraid to make a sound and Cayenne was standing quietly as well. None of them move.

"Stefan." She mumbled softly and the muffled sound of a gunshot came after his name. She was shot on her stomach and her bleeding didn't stop. Stefan pushed the man away and scampered to get to her side.

His heart was cold. He lost his voice. He couldn't hear anything and all he could see and think of was Cayenne in his arms. "Ayen. Ayen." He called her name repeatedly. "Ayen, don't leave me. Don't ever leave me." He pressed his arm on her wound, trying to stop the bleeding while kissing her forehead. "Ayen, please stay with me." He stood up to find his phone but he couldn't find it. The man was also gone and he didn't even notice it. When he turned around, the scene was changed. The bed was changed. And it was no longer Cayenne who was lying on the floor. It was Alexander.

Stefan's eyes went wide and he started to look for Cayenne. She needed immediate help but she was no longer there. "Ayen!" he called her name again, his voice was echoing but there was no Cayenne who answered him. "Ayen, please come back to me. You can't go anywhere."

"Is she more important than me?" A voice questioned behind him. The bleeding Alexander got up from the floor. His eyes were dull and lifeless. His hands hang limply to his side and he was facing him like a ghost who wanted to take away his soul. "Stefan, did you find someone to replace me?"

Stefan was shaking his head from side to side to deny his brother's statement. "I didn't find anyone to replace you. You are the one who left me alone in this world."

"Are you happy?"

"I was. But someone killed her. Ayen is gone."

"Right. She's gone because you don't trust her. She is gone because you are selfish. She is gone because you only think about your personal interest. She is gone because you don't care about her."

"Wrong! That is wrong!" Stefan retorted strongly. He would never accept his accusations. In truth, he cared so much for her but Cayenne decided to ignore this fact.

Stefan sat in a corner while crying her heart out. "I want Ayen. I want her back."

"She won't come back. She's tired of you."

"No! Cayenne would never leave me. She told me that she would never leave me."

"She didn't want to leave but you pushed her away."

"No. I didn't push her away."

"You did."

Stefan felt so wronged. Not only his parents wronged him but now, his brother was also accusing him. His heart broke and he could no longer stop himself from crying.

Cayenne, who was sleeping soundly, woke up to the faint sound of crying. She actually thought that there's a ghost inside their room. She tried to listen to it carefully and when she raised her head to look at Stefan, tears were streaming down his face.

'Oh my gosh! Is he really crying?! For real!' Cayenne thought to herself while trying to figure out what she needed to do. She gently pats his back to calm him but since he was a bit bigger and she couldn't completely rich his back, she just patted the side of his waist.

She hummed a song for him while rubbing and patting his back alternately. He stopped sobbing and he even clutched her clothes tightly. Cayenne didn't know what caused him to cry this much but she would never tell him that she saw him in such vulnerable state. For sure, he never wanted anyone to know this side of him.

She wiped his tears away and made sure to dry his lashes and his face. After making sure that his breathing was normal and he already stopped crying, she went back to sleep in his arms.

When morning came, Stefan woke up very early. He stared at Cayenne's face and was watching her chest coming up and down from faint breathing. 'She's alive.' That's what he thought. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he hugged her even closer to him. He wanted to reassure himself that she was still with him.

Some people say that dreams would depict the things that you feared the most or the things that makes you happy. And some people say that dreams could also be used to predict your future.

Stefan had no idea about these things. All he knew was that, he didn't want to dream. Ever since he started sleeping with Cayenne, he dreamed twice and that's when he was really troubled and bothered about something.

Cayenne was tired but she still managed to wake up on time. Stefan was already brushing his teeth when she woke up and it made her happy that he was acting normally around her.

"Good morning." Stefan greeted her upon seeing her adorable morning expression. She was rubbing sleepy eyes while getting out of bed.

"Good morning Stefan."

"My name sounds good this morning."

"Oh. Is it?"

"Yeah. Can you say it one more time?"

"No. Saying it once is more than enough."

"Tsk. You are not very indulging to me."

"Shouldn't it be the guy who indulges his girl? That's what I've noticed from Travis and Jillyanna."

"You want me to indulge you? That's fine with me, too."