Chapter 18

Third Person Point of View

La-la, who had been unconscious, slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a dimly lit room. Her head throbbed slightly as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Beside her, Axel sat on a wooden chair, his eyes filled with concern as he watched over her.

"You're finally awake," Axel said softly, his voice a mix of relief and anxiety.

La-la blinked a few times, trying to clear the haze from her mind. "What was that dream?" she murmured, her voice weak. She attempted to sit up, but her body felt heavy and uncooperative.

Axel quickly moved to support her, placing a gentle hand on her back to help her sit upright against the pillows. "Take it easy," he advised. "You need to regain your strength."

As La-la settled into a more comfortable position, she glanced at Axel, confusion evident in her eyes. "Well, it might be our past life," Axel explained, his tone serious but uncertain.

"Past life? You've got to be kidding me," La-la responded, her eyes widening in disbelief. She opened her mouth to say more, but the door creaked open, and Yuna entered the room, carrying a glass of water.

"Senior, you're awake!" Yuna exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy as she hurried to La-la's bedside. She handed her the glass of water. "I was so worried about you. I was shocked to see Mr. Axel carrying you unconscious," she added, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

La-la took a sip of the water, the cool liquid soothing her dry throat. She looked at Yuna and managed a faint smile.

"There is nothing to worry about, and thank you for your concern, but Yuna, could you excuse us? We have something to talk about," La-la said gently to Yuna.

Yuna glanced at Axel, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Well, it's an important issue, but not a big deal," Axel added, trying to ease her mind.

"Oh, okay," Yuna replied, nodding in understanding.

"Thank you, Yuna," La-la said with a grateful smile.

"There's nothing to worry about. If you need me, just call," Yuna said energetically. She gave La-la a reassuring smile before turning and leaving the room, closing the door softly behind her.

"Where are we?" La-la asked Axel as she placed the glass of water on the small table beside the bed.

Axel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That dream," he began, his voice trailing off as he tried to find the right words.

"It's impossible for us to have a glimpse of our past life. It's forbidden," La-la said, her tone laced with lingering concern.

"I know, but it was too vivid to call it just a simple dream," Axel insisted, his eyes searching La-la's for understanding.

La-la's expression grew more serious. "Do you even realize what you're saying?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Is there anything wrong in what I'm saying?" Axel countered, his brow furrowed in confusion.

La-la took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. "If what you're saying is true, it could mean we're dealing with something far beyond our understanding. Something dangerous," she explained, her eyes never leaving Axel's.

"Yeah, I know having that dream as our past life is dangerous and far beyond our understanding," Axel said. "However, I think the content of that dream is more important than the issue it presents."

La-la fell silent for a while, processing Axel's words. The weight of the dream and its implications seemed to hang heavily in the air between them.

La-la Point of View

That dream — it showed Axel and me as lovers before, which is ridiculous. It's making me even more confused because it contradicts my past dreams where I saw Axel's sins. I glanced at Axel, feeling bewildered. “Don't tell me you're okay with us having been lovers before?' “ asked him incredulously. He shrugged. 'Well, there's nothing wrong with that,' he said comfortably. Ugh, this guy... how can be so relaxed in this situation. It’s a big deal you big as!!!

"So we had the same dream," he added. I looked at him, taken aback. "Don’t tell me in your dream—" I began, but he interrupted with a smile.

"Yes, the incident, the wedding, the child—the hugging," he said. My eyes widened. "How can you say that so casually?" I asked him, disbelief coloring my tone. It was awkward for me to imagine myself in Axel's arms; we had been friends, but now it was even more complicated knowing he had been my lover before.

“I can say it comfortably because they are our memories,” he said. “We can’t confirm if they're actually memories for sure—did you ever imagine yourself being with me, your soulmate?” I asked him.

“Why not?” he replied. “What do you mean, ‘why not’? Of course there’s something wrong with that!”

“I always said there's a probability that in a past life we were something, since we're so familiar with each other. But I didn't expect that we were lovers before, that’s just unimaginable -” he said.

Beyond that, in my other dream, he is the killer of my so-called husband.

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"I sighed deeply. 'Everything might just be a delusion,' I muttered, holding my forehead."

“Okay, let's conclude that all of it is a delusion,” he said. In a serious tone with his arm crossed he rest his back.“Okay, let's say that,” I replied.

“So the Sandman is at fault here, since they are the ones who manipulated the dream,” he said.

“Don’t just casually blame creatures like that,” I said to him. Despite my reservations, I couldn't shake the feeling that the Sandman might indeed be involved.

Suddenly, I felt Axel emitting an intense aura. “Those guys are dare to mess with me,” he said angrily. I immediately slapped his shoulder.

“Calm down,” I said sternly. “That hurts!” he reacted. “You’re overreacting,” I said to him.

“How could you say that to your husband?” he said, his tone incredulous. My body flinched involuntarily at his words, my mind racing with disbelief and frustration. Ugh, this guy—did he really dare to admit he's comfortable with that fact, delusion or not?

"Are you not at all disgusted by what you're saying?" I asked him, my voice tinged with a mix of disbelief . It's really messing me up inside, grappling with the implications.

“Well, you should be thankful actually, since you married a handsome man like me. I'm still as handsome as ever, look how the higher up like me” he said confidently. He always had a way of making me dizzy—no matter the situation, his confidence would shine through.

But above all, his face then and now remains unchanged—although if that’s true, he must have had brown eyes before.

“You know, you're not that handsome. Those brown eyes you had before suited you better,” I said to him, causing his eyes to widen.

“So, you're acknowledging that the dream is true?” he teased. “We can’t say that,” I replied. “We better ask those Sandmen,” I added firmly clenching to my bedsheets.

“Yeah, if it's true that they dared to mess with us, I will—" he started to say, but I cut him off with an angry look.

“Will what?” I asked sharply.

“Nothing,” he quickly responded.

“Let’s be glad they messed with our heads; if not, we’d be screwed,” I said to him.

“Well, there's actually nothing wrong with that dream,” he replied.

“It's a big issue, you know,” I insisted.

“I know. We might have to deal with something big soon because of that,” he said thoughtfully.

A few moment Later

Aaron arrived at my apartment as soon as I called him.

“It might be possible it's our fault. We sincerely apologize,” he said to us as we explained our situation to him. Axel and I looked at each other and sighed.

“Are you saying just having a fight or physical contact with you might cause something to us, that to that extend mess up with our head?” Axel asked.

“Yes, that's how our power works, apparently. That's why we keep our distance from other creatures” he answered.

So that means the dream I had before might have been caused by them. All that misunderstanding might be caused by their power. I find it relieving but somehow not.

“You really are doomed,” Axel said, a touch of resignation in his voice, but I quickly gestured for him to calm down. “It’s not like they intended it, right?” I asked, trying to grasp the situation. Aaron immediately nodded in agreement.

“It's part of our perks,” he explained patiently, “that every individual or creature who doesn't like us ends up having a delusional dream within an hour of meeting us. It’s also our job to gather it”

The revelation left us both stunned, realizing the unintended consequences of their presence.

“So everyone who has physical contact with you will have the same dream?” I asked.

“Yes,” Aaron answered.

“That includes Zayne, I bet,” I added. “Why are you worried about that guy?” Axel asked.

“You heard him—everyone who is physically touched by them can have the same dream. That means the dream we had could be seen by Zayne,” I said anxiously.

“Actually, no. He will not have the same dream as you two,” Aaron clarified.

What do you mean?

“What do you mean by that?” I asked him.

“Well, since your dream is about you two, it means it's specifically related to you two ‘only’. It might be different for him,” he explained.

“I still don't quite understand,” I admitted, feeling confused.

“It doesn't matter what he dreams; he might not be affected because of his unique situation,” Axel said.

Unique situation? Oh, he's blessed, I realized.

“Yeah, maybe. I'll just ask him to make sure,” I added thoughtfully.

“Are you sure you want to keep involving him? It might lead to consequences later on” Axel asked skeptically.

“What else can I do? He already knows our secret,” I replied, feeling somewhat trapped by the situation.

“Excuse me for interrupting, but why doesn't Mr. Reaper just remove that guy's memories? I'm sure everything would be solved then. Isn't that also a power of a Reaper?” Aaron suggested. I silently wished that were possible—

“I can't, due to circumstances,” Axel said in a low tone.

“Circumstances? You mean because he's a blessed one?” Aaron asked, catching on. Oh no, he knows too—

“Yeah,” I confirmed reluctantly.

“That's a big issue,” Aaron remarked.

“It is,” I agreed, feeling the weight of the situation settle in.

“"But I'm confident I can find a way to erase his memories, although it might take some time. It's better to remove his memories than to have him involved with us.” Axel said. I looked at Axel, my eyes widening in surprise. So it's possible?

“Why didn't you tell me there was a way?” I asked him, frustration creeping into my voice.

“You didn't ask,” Axel replied nonchalantly. You've got to be kidding me….

“You know, Axel, just because I didn’t ask doesn’t mean you shouldn’t tell me,” I said to him, frustration evident in my voice.

“Well, if you had questions, of course I would answer, but since you didn’t ask, why would I bring it up?” he replied casually. He was really getting on my nerves.

“But you better not get too much involved with him. If you keep meeting him, it's just wasting your energy, and also difficult for me to erased his memories” he cautioned.

“I might not see him at all this week, so we should find a solution soon,” I said firmly. It was unfortunate that I needed to distance myself from him, but it was necessary for the greater good.

“That’s a good things’ Axel said

“You two seem close,” Aaron intervened.

“Oh, yeah, it's unusual,” I said with a nod.

“Yes, especially since Mr. Axel is a Reaper and Ms. La-la is a Love Hunter— I mean, Cupid. It's rare to have this kind of friendship between creatures,” Aaron remarked.

“Well, my charm does the job,” Axel added with a smirk. I playfully jabbed him in the side.

“Ouch, why do you keep hitting me?” he protested, rubbing his side, but I just smiled mischievously.

“As you can see, he's an overly confident Reaper—but compared to other Reapers, he seems like a nice guy,” I remarked.

“Is that so? Does that mean Mr. Axel has had other creature friends?” Aaron asked curiously. It was a question I hadn't considered before.

Axel looked at Aaron seriously. “No, I don’t,” he answered sternly.

I was taken aback by his response. What was behind his emphatic denial?

"Ha-ha, you must be kidding, right?" I asked him skeptically. "Even I know other creatures," I added.

"Oh, you have? But I— I don't," he replied solemnly.

"Really?" I pressed, unsure what to make of his statement. Then, he smiled.

"Of course, I'm kidding. Why would I only know you? Even as a Reaper, I've met other creatures," he reassured me.

I couldn't help but feel relieved at his playful admission. What was with him and his serious tone earlier?

"Well, it's okay to not have connections with other creatures since it's hard to befriend each other," Aaron said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

I nodded in agreement. I've mentioned to Yuna before how difficult it can be to befriend other creatures.