The Dream Cages #1

With Adam beside him, Ronan’s dreams became tame, even sweet. Though he also had less use for dreams; he was happy to stay awake and watch Adam’s face fall slack with sleep. Ronan wanted to capture every moment because he knew they would not last. Soon enough Adam would leave, leaving nothing but dreams.

Ronan was tired of dreams.

He wanted something real and solid, something he could be sure of. Something he could touch and hold without worrying whether it could survive the harshness of reality.

Adam was real, and he was a survivor. They were both orphans of sorts, but they had each other. And Opal. She loved Adam because Ronan loved Adam, and somehow he’d put that love in her when he’d dreamed her. Back when he’d been trying to hide it from himself.

They had Gansey, except he was gone. And they had Blue, except she was off with Gansey. Ronan didn’t count Henry because Henry had been mostly Gansey’s friend and not really theirs. Anyway, Henry was also off with Gansey and Blue.

Ronan didn’t care where they were. It was enough they existed, real, in the world. As long as they came back.

As long as Adam came back.