A/N: I can't believe it's almost been a year since my last update for these drabbles. Actually, I've been really bad at updating for quite a while so this isn't anything new. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! Kinda dark, this one.

Curtains rise.

It begins.

I expect a blinding scene with luminous colorful lights but all I see is one color.

Red.

A color that always reminded me of him.

And I don't mean physically.

There it is again; the blood that taints his image is before me.

Flowing.

Steady.

Is it real?

It feels real.

Feels hot.

Wet, fresh.

Water rains down on the sea of red.

Salty waters.

My tears.

The sea spreads out and thins as it smears across the ground.

His body had been taken away.

My hands are drenched with it.

Crimson gloves.

The salty raindrops continually falling downward.

My eyes flutter open and I see him sitting across from me.

Noticing my presence, he smiles and returns to his book.

Still complacent.

It wasn't real.

Nothing but a dream.

But I know that the play I had just attended could very well be on tomorrow.

Except it will be a reality.

A nightmare.

And all I can do is be in the audience.

No applause.

No encores.

Just waiting for the final bow.

And for the curtain to fall once again.