“Fragments Of A Dream.”

“Fragments of a Dream.”

A TwoGaty Story

The sobs faded into the silence, and exhaustion took over. Two’s body, tired from the emotional toll, finally gave in to the weight of sleep. They drifted into the darkness, and in that darkness, there was a shift.

In the dream, it was different.

Two was standing in a familiar place—a field bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The air was gentle, not cold, but warm like a memory. And there, standing before them, was Gaty.

“Gaty…” The name spilled from Two’s lips, trembling, like it was a prayer.

She smiled at them. A smile they hadn't seen in so long. It was real—alive—and it made Two’s chest ache in ways they couldn’t describe.

Gaty stepped forward, and before Two could think, they reached out, pulling her into their arms. It felt like everything they had ever needed—the warmth, the comfort, the sense of belonging—was there. She was there.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Two felt whole again.

“I missed you so much…” Two whispered, their voice breaking as they held her close. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t protect you. I should have—”

But Gaty pulled away slightly, her smile still soft. Her eyes were gentle but sad.

“It’s okay, Two. I’m here now.”

For a moment, it felt like the world was finally right. Everything felt right. They were together again. The world beyond didn’t matter.

But then, just as quickly as the warmth had come, it began to fade. A dark shadow twisted around the edges of their dream, pulling everything away. The light dimmed, and Gaty’s smile wavered.

“Two, wake up.”

It wasn’t her voice anymore. It was something else. Something distant.

The world shattered. Time fractured.

Two’s eyes snapped open.

They were back in the hotel room. The soft sounds of Goiky outside drifted through the window. But it was silent here—empty.

Two’s breath was ragged as they shot up from the bed, the remnants of the dream still clinging to their mind like smoke. They scrambled to their feet, panic rising in their chest.

“Gaty?” Their voice was hoarse. “Gaty?”

They ran out of the room, heart pounding, mind reeling, as if by some miracle, the dream could be real again.

The kitchen. Maybe she was there. Maybe the dream hadn’t ended. Maybe—

But when Two entered the kitchen, it was empty.

The cold tiles beneath their feet didn’t feel like the warm embrace of the dream. The counters were barren. The air felt thick with nothing.

Two’s legs gave way beneath them. They dropped to their knees, tears rising in their eyes again, and the emptiness was suffocating.

Gaty wasn’t there. She never would be again.

“Why…” Two’s voice broke as they cried out, echoing the desperation of their heart. “Why can’t I hold on to you? Why did they take you from me?”

The weight of the nightmare hung heavy, a cruel reminder that even in their dreams, Gaty would slip away.

The silence of the kitchen felt like the final insult. Time had broken again. The pieces of the dream, the brief moment of peace, had scattered like fragile glass, leaving Two with nothing but the shards of memory.