She was in a castle. Toffee was by her side, and she had her wand on her chest, ready to shoot something.

Then Marco came in. "Star!" He shouted.

"Kill him, Star. He's your enemy. He's your weakness." Toffee's cold voice said.

"No, don't listen to him! He's controlling you, Star! Snap out of it!" Marco told her.

Star was confused. A part of her said yes, and another part said no.

Star hated her weaknesses. But Marco isn't her enemy. He was both her enemy and her best friend.

All of this made her feel dizzy.

"Kill him now, Star, or he'll make you weak."

Her wand glowed green.

"Wait no, Star, I'm not your enemy!"

Boom!

Star woke up panting, all sweaty and cold. She felt dizzy and feeling like she's going to throw up again.

She cried for Marco. What if she really killed him?

"Oh gods, hey, hey!" Marco rushes in immediately. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He pulled her close and hugged her tightly.

"Hey, look at me, look at me. What's wrong?" His finger rubbed her back soothingly and she could feel herself crying. "Hey, what's wrong? Tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong, Princess."

She shook her head furiously.

"You don't know? What do you mean you don't know?"

Star cried even harder.

"Shh, don't cry. Don't cry. I'm right here, Star. I'm right here."

"I— Toffee— death— the dream—" she stammered, unable to make any sense.

"Hey, okay, okay. You don't have to tell me everything. Just— come here, come here."

He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"No one's ever gonna hurt you. You can cry as long as you want, okay? I'm right here for you."

They sat there, with Marco occasionally whispering comforting things into her ear.

"Marco?" She whispered to him.

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you'll never leave me."

"I... I'll try my best, Star," Marco told her.

"Promise me."

"I-"

"Promise me, Marco," Star insisted.

"Alright. I'll promise you. I promise, I'll never ever leave you." He promised, and Star hugged him harder.

"Star, look. I'm gonna go get something, I'll be right back, okay?" Marco said.

"Don't go," Star shook her head quietly.

"I promise I'm gonna come right back. Promise." He told her, and after a while she let him go.

A moment later, Marco came back with something that looked like a stick to Star and a wet washcloth.

"Okay. I'm going to put this in your mouth. Keep it there until it beeps, okay?" He ordered.

The stick beeped loudly.

"39.2C" Marco mumbled worriedly.

"Huh?"

"It's a thermometer, Star. It's for measuring your fever." He explained.

"And then?"

"Your temperature is 39.2C." Marco said.

"Oh... Is that bad?" She asked.

"Yeah... It's.. Pretty high."

Star went silent.

"Am... Am I gonna die?" Star asked fearfully.

"What? No," Marco gave a small chuckle. "It's not going to kill you, Star. How do you feel right now?"

"Sick. And dizzy." Star said.

"Oh, alright. I'm gonna go call mom, okay?" He reached for his phone, but Star grabbed his hand.

"No. Don't." She shook. "I don't want to make them worry."

"But you're sick, Star," Marco said.

"No. Don't call them." Star insisted.

"Okay, okay. I'll just be here." Marco laid back with her on the bed.

Marco put a wet washcloth on her forehead and she felt the soothing cold fabric cooling down her body.

"You feel better?" He asked.

Star nods.

They went silent for a minute, until Marco asked her a question.

"Star? What did you dream about?"

Star bit her lip. She can't tell. She just can't.

Marco looked at her and seemed to understand.

"Look, you don't have to tell if you don't want to. It's okay. But I thought it would be better to let it out." Marco said.

Star sighed.

"I... I dreamed, I was in control of Toffee. I don't know, actually. It was confusing. I had my wand pointed straight, like I was ready to kill something. Then... You came. Toffee told me to kill you. I didn't know what to do. Some of me said yes. The other said no. But Toffee was forcing me to do it, and his voice, it was cold and scary and-

I killed you."

She sobbed and broke down crying.

"Hey, Star, hey, look at me. It's okay, it's okay. I'm still here, look. I'm right here." Marco comforted her and she buried herself in his protective arms.

"I- Marco, I'm dangerous. What if it's true?" Star whispered. "I'm too dangerous, Marco. I don't deserve you."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Marco raised her head, trying to look at her in the eyes. "It's just a nightmare, Star. It's not real. I'm still here. See? Nothing's gonna hurt you. It's alright. It's just a nightmare."

"But what if it's true? What if it's gonna happen? I don't want to loose you, Marco. I really don't deserve you. I shouldn't be here." Star shook and pulled herself away from him.

"No, look you're getting out of control. Look at me. You're okay. You're not going anywhere. And you're not gonna loose me. I'm right here, Star. I'm right here. It's just a nightmare, and I'll always be there for you, okay?" Marco told her. "Come here."

Marco pulled her close and wrapped her arms around her. "Shh. I'm here. I'm not leaving you. You're okay." Marco whispered softly.

And she believed him.