"There are a lot of things I haven't told you about me." he started. It wasn't the best start and it sounded like something out of a cheesy movie. Great.
"No kidding." I interrupted. Although it was secretly a relief to know Charlie is here in Dreamland too, it's also rather strange. Another thing: why didn't he tell me earlier? Why didn't he say anything when I was feeling like an idiot, telling him and Nina my only secret? There was a rather long pause between speaking in which he mumbled some more incoherent and inaudible
"Well. I can't stand idle chit chat at times like these, I may as well get it over with." he sighed and muttered again quietly. "Basically, I was the first to arrive in Dreamland and I run the entire project with the help of six people. You are the seventh to know of my identity. A few others know rumours of my existence, but those rumours were dealt with and everyone is still none the wiser. Excepting you, of course. Before you ask questions, I was hit by a car when I was younger, should have died or at least suffered with severe brain damage for the rest of my life. Instead I woke up here, had to break the door down between people who know about this place and the place itself and then waited for other people to join me before receding to the depths of places not many people know about and fewer know the purpose of. Does that help?" he finished, his head tilted to one side in curiosity.
"Am I safe here?" I whispered. A nod was all the reply I received. It was all the reply I needed.
It was inevitable that the salty tears in my eyes were about to erupt. I attempted to speak, but I simply couldn't. Instead, I cried silently. The strong, confident, shell of a person I had tried to be crumpled and I wept openly without shame in front of Charlie.
Blurry and through tears, I could see Charlie looking concerned. "Hey. Everything will be fine. I'll sort Lucas out. Don't worry." he whispered to me.
I looked up at him. He was so close and looked so worried about me. It was clear he knew I needed help from someone like him. He knew that, and now, so did I. He leaned in closer and stroked my face gently with his hand. I went to say something, but he put a finger to my lips and shushed me.
Then, closing in the short gap between us, he kissed me.