Sweet Dreams

Dante listened, lying on his side on his bed. He nodded at some points, even though she couldn’t see him.
After she finished, Dante could tell that she was on the verge of tears.
“Penn seems like a great guy.” He spoke gently. “I’d like to meet him sometime.”
“We haven’t seen each other in forever.” Eve choked out.
“I hope you do.” He said, wishing everything to be able to put a comforting hand on her cheek. “You will.
“Thanks.” Eve said quietly.
“No problem.” Dante said. “Anything else you want to talk about?”
“No. Thanks, though. ‘Night.”
“Sweet dreams.” Dante said softly, and clicked his phone off.
That must really suck. He thought.
He felt like crying himself, but his own pride would not allow it. He just rolled over to look out of his window into the night. The street lights seemed like earth-bound stars. It was then when a feeling of weightlessness absorbed Dante, and he fell into a comfortable sleep.

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