A Beautiful Nightmare

An animated video game character fell through a square shaped hole and after, his transparent soul could be seen floating slowly into the sky.

„Du hast wieder gewonnen. Ich denke nicht, dass ich dich besiegen kann“, stated Volker.

(You won gain. I don’t think that I can ever defeat you.)

Volker von Thieb gave up. He had a complete face of defeat, as he sighed and lied on his back on Charia’s bed with his arms outstretched. Charia was just too good at Crash Bash. The two sat in Charia’s bedroom.

„Ohhh, das Schade! Haha... Machen wir einen kleinen Deal. Wenn du winnen kannst, werde ich vielleicht dir einen Kuss geben, ja?“

(Ohhh, that’s a shame! Haha... Let’s make a little deal. If you can win, I will give you a kiss.)

Volker instantly blushed; he looked away, briefly, in shyness.

But then suddenly, Volker became motivated, as his eyes were glistening with determination, and he exhaled once through his nose. He was going to get that kiss!

Volker tried over, and over, and over again to defeat Charia, but she was just too good. “Crash Wins!”, was heard over, and over again. Charia could not help but laugh at Volker’s deaths because he was trying so hard to win, but would die accidentally by falling into a hole multiple times.

„Hahaha, wow. Du bist so terrible! Du musst zwei linke Hände haben. Trotzdem, aufgrund du so hart gespielt hast, werde Ich den Kuss dir immer noch geben.“

(Hahaha, wow! You are so terrible. You must have 2 left hands. However, since you played so hard, I will still give you a kiss.)

Volker was not sure if he was prepared for it. His face became flushed red once again. He closed his eyes and moved his head closer to Charia’s slowly, while squeezing his lips together almost too tightly.

Charia then shoved a chocolate Hershey’s Kiss into Volker’s mouth.

„Lol!“

„Du bist so einen Troll...“, accused Volker. Volker has a face of great disappointment, as he rolled his eyes at Charia.

(You are such a troll...)

„Ein anderer Spiel bitte!“, requested Charia.

(Another game, please!)

„Ja, okay.“

(Yeah, okay)

Some Time Later

The pair was done with their game; they put their controllers down onto the bed. Volker turned the TV off with a remote control.

„Nun, es ist ein bisschen spät. Jetzt gehe ich nach zu Hause. Tchüss“, notified Volker.

(Well, it’s a little late. I am going home now. See ya.)

As Volker was about to walk out of the door, Charia jumped up and hugged him from behind, almost as if it was the last time she would see him ever again. Her chest rested against his back, as their body warmth exchanged; Volker could feel Charia’s heavy head resting against him. Her arms were wrapped around his stomach.

„Du gibst mich nicht frei... Warum? Charia, es geht gut dir? Sag mir etwas.“

(You’re not letting me go... Why? Charia, are you okay? Say something to me.)

„Nein... Eine neue bessere Arbeit in Amerika von meinen Eltern wurden gefunden. In zwei Tagen werden wir nach Amerika bewegen... Ich... Ich wollte so viel Zeit wie möglich mit dir verbringen.“

(No... My parents have found a new better job in America. In two days, we will move to America. I... I wanted to spend as much time with you as I could.”)

„Charia...“

Volker turned around and held Charia’s hair and head with one hand, and cupped the side of her face with his other hand. He stared into her eyes, which were large in the darkness. Volker gave her a kiss; she was the actual winner after all.

„Hab keine Angst. Immer werde ich nach dich folgen. Ich habe deinen Freund geworden und ich verspreche, dass wir uns wieder treffen.“

(Don’t worry. I will always follow you. I have become your boyfriend and I promise that we will meet each other again.)

Randomly, Tomu, Jeff’s cat, walked into Charia’s bedroom and leaped onto a computer desk.

„Ehhh! Eine Katze?? Woher kam er?“, questioned Volker.

(Ehhh! A cat?? Where did he come from?)

Suddenly, the cat opened its mouth and spoke, “Embrace me.”

“WAAAHHHH!", screamed Charia.

She was sweating profusely and she gave a few quick deep breaths, while holding onto her chest with one hand.

“Phew... oh my lord... it was only a bad dream... I don’t know why I am remembering such old memories... Ugh, I have class in the morning. Time to go back to bed...”, decided Charia.

Charia closed her eyes and returned to sleep.

To Be Continued. . .