Episode 10- The end of my world

"IGNSTSMF" (I Got No Switch to Stop My Fantasies)

A collection of my favourite sweet Deric fantasies, written by Kikisan.

Please, do not repost it in any place without asking permission and crediting me & this blog, thank you!  This fic creates a series of fantasies were Danny and Eric will be the main actors.  Every episode described on this fic is 100% fictional and has no base on reality.  A fantasy is an imagined event such a daydream.  It’s not real and in some cases, the re-enactment of such events are illegal and immoral at the same time so please keep in mind this and have fun.  Thanks to all of my readers

Episode 10- The end of my world

Dreaming the same dream

From Eric’s point of view

I knew I was sleeping but at the same time, I was experiencing one of these strange feelings you have when you know you are sleeping but you don’t want to wake up because you know, there’s nothing more that you one that what you are seeing right now.

But it’s an illusion.  It’s not real at all.

I dreamed I was in a balcony.  Molly was with me.  We were living the time of our lives.  

The atmosphere was beautiful.  I was the city.  It must be Spain in summer.

Molly couldn’t take her eyes from me and neither could I.  She has won the Melodifestivalen and was preparing for her great performance in the Eurovision Song Contest just as I did a year before.

I was simply smiling because finally, after all the pain, all the reasons that made me a sad person has simply disappeared.  I was happy again and I have fixed my life.  I was with the girl of my life... and the boy of my life too because, something in my heart told me that HE was there too.  Life would not be as half as interesting if it wasn’t for Danny.

But it was just a dream.

Suddenly, everything turned white.  I didn’t felt hopeless or sad because, from the beginning I knew it couldn’t be real.

It may sound stupid but at this time in my life, I was getting to the conclusion that happiness was not made for me.  I just couldn’t find it until I could have self control over my life, my business, the persons I care.

Oh lord.

But I had to wake up.  

No matter how beautiful a dream could be.  They are just dreams.  

They don’t give you answers.  They don’t tell you the future.  They don’t make you a better person.  They are simple a collection of the things you want, your doubts, your fears, an idea that you can’t get out of your head.

Well, it wasn’t that bad.  After I bathe I looked myself in the mirror to shave me and I smiled to me.

It was the first smile I had in days.  A small ray of hope was here with me.

I hoped this means something.

Maybe it was simply because Melodifestivalen would end this day.

So I went to the Arena.

- What do you think that would win?- a reporter asked me

I smiled

- I don’t know.  I just can say that I hope Molly would win.

A few more questions and the interview ended.  When it will be broadcasted, the media will probably make it look like if me and Molly were trying to come back together.

Just as I wished.

But as usual I really don’t care how the people would interpret my word.  Maybe that was the reason why people think I’m “stupid” or “cocky”, for being myself.       

Sigh

At least it was good to know that everything was about to end for  the good or bad sake of it.

The last act of a shadow

From Tooji’s point of view

I was crying again in the middle of this important night.  In a couple of minutes I would be in front of the cameras giving the Norwegian jury points for the Melodifestivalen, acting as if I was happy, just like the public want me to be.  

For a moment I thought I had the most beautiful boy and I thought there was the slightest chance that I could make a difference and that he could be mine.

How stupid was I for even try to approach to him!

He was in love with Danny Saucedo.  Oh I hate that guy.  Why was he even born?  Why does he have to take what I want.  What I most want.  Eric Saade!

It was pure hate what I was feeling for him.  I hate his existence, I hate that he could have Eric and I don’t but I hate him most for being so stupid to the point of making the boy unhappy and leave him in a moment like this.

I hate him because it was so easy to make Eric happy.  But he doesn’t do what it takes for the good sake of it.

The feeling was not rational.  Hatred is never rational.

And let’s admit it.  After all my angoisse I also was hating myself.  I should be the Persian prince coming to rescue the man of my life.  But instead I had to be the antagonist of this fairy tale story.  The bad guy.

No.  I was wrong again.

I was not the antagonist.  I was a shadow in the love story of Eric Saade.  A shadow that he’ll soon forget.  Even my name.

I was feeling sick.  As sick as a person hungry for revenge would feel.  

If I was the character I never want to be in this story.  So I will be.

Please director, unveil the curtains and let this horrendous story begin.

Suddenly a  noise wake me up from my shady thoughts.  It was like if an evil spirit had heard my prayers and the playing has started.

The door keep knocking and I could not ignore it anymore.

It was that idiot, Danny Saucedo in his stupid astronaut suit.  

He also watched me with disgust.

None of us talk and I was sure that Danny was wishing to just disappear.  If only he knew I was here he definitely would not enter here.  But he was right there.

Just as I wanted.

- Where is Eric?- He finally asked me using an accusing tone of voice, like if it was my fault that he wasn’t here.

- I don’t know.  Why do you want to talk to him.

- It’s not your business, pretty boy- he said and he looked at me again to make me know that he was wishing to have a good reason to kick me so hard and attack me as a hungry wolf.

Or maybe he was just discussing if it was a good idea to fight with me right now or if he could wait by the end of Melodifestivalen.

If that was the case, he decided that it was more “civilized” to keep talking.

But then I smiled with pleasure.  Because I knew exactly what to do next.

- That’s what you think.  That Eric is alone.

He saw me with incredulity but, then I continued with an evil rush of inspiration inside of me.

-  Well you are wrong.  Eric has told me everything.  How you have left him alone when he needed you more.  

Do you think you deserve to be with a boy like Eric Saade?  Eric worths more than you ever imagine.  Why are you trying to come with him?  Haven’t you notice how you end up hurting Eric every time you get near him, you idiot.

Yes, tell me: what do you pretend?  aren’t you satisfied after all you’ve done these days?

Danny barked something out loud with pure anger.  Something I couldn’t understand with my language notions but it may be spanish.  By the tone it had to be an insult definitely.  

He got closer to me and he raised his arms and I stepped back.  He wanted to hit me but suddenly he just got back and run.

In a blink of an eye he disappeared.  This was the last time I saw him that night.