Charisma paced on the outcropping. Where was Cobalt? They’d planned to meet here, right? It was nightfall now and the moon brought exhaustion with it. No matter how much he’d tried to stay awake, his eyes always drooped downward. Giving into his tiredness, he curled up and attempted to get as comfortable as he could. He really missed his old bed. He wasn’t ready to be an adult yet.
Charisma dreamt that night that he was trying to scale a mountain, but the rocks under his feet kept giving away. As he slid down, feet becoming cut up by the sharper stones he crossed, he spotted Cobalt. He was at the bottom, just staring with eyes void of any empathy at his struggle. He let out a quiet “pathetic” before breaking into a sprint, effortlessly climbing the mountain. He didn’t look back at his friend.
The mountain began to fall, finally giving out. Stones hit Charisma’s face and neck as it all came crumbling down. He curled up under the pressure, trying to become as small as possible. He could hear Cobalt’s laugh, but it was twisted and cold.
He woke up to a pain in his neck. A rock was thrown at him by someone underneath. Peering down from the edge, he spotted Cobalt, cheerfully waving at him.
“It’s about time you woke up!” He yelled in his happy voice. Charisma lept off the outcropping to hug him. Real world Cobalt wouldn’t treat him like dream Cobalt had. Tears began welling in his eyes, which he hoped his friend wouldn’t notice.