Daime has never asks for anything to his parents or Grandmama. He just accepts if someone gives him something that he had wanted to have or accidentally liked.

But as he looks at how Aiden giggles and laugh whenever Primo is around, he could feel jealous wrapping around his heart.

The constant screams of "Mine!" or "Me too, please" was something he tries to remove from his mind. But he can't because he knows that he wants to scream them in real life as well.

He goes inside the mansion with one thing in mind: sleep.

As he usually does especially when he is disturbed by what he sees. He will face another night of pleading.

A night filled with thoughts and hurtful accusations against himself. One night he had to pass before death could take him.

Death.

He had thought of doing it before, but he met the only man who saved his life. The only person who did not care what disease he had but helped him wholeheartedly.

Heart.

That was something he could offer to the person who saved him. But why doesn't he want to take that and take care of that too.

He just sighed when someone suddenly pulled his arm. Turning around, he saw Aiden with worry plastered on his beautiful face.

Oh, this lovely angel in front of him. If only he knows how Daime is hurting, will he heal him with his kisses and tight hugs?

Of course not.

Daime chuckles and did not care if Aiden sees it or not. He is so much hurting that his mind goes blank and his body feels heavy.

[You are a nobody.]

His mind is right. Daime is a nobody compared to Primo. He suddenly pulls his arm from Aiden's grasp and enters his room silently.

Aiden is too shock to function and did not know what to do as he watches Daime disappears from his view and the door closes slowly.

"Wait! Da-!"

Daime shuts the door down and flops to his bed. His slowly closes his eyes and immediately goes into his dream where Aiden is his and Primo does not exist.

***

"What would you like to be in the future?"

A girly voice asked Daime as they sit by the fire at the training camp that they went to. Daime thought for a moment before a smile appeared on his lips.

"I want to find my angel!"

The girls chuckled and slapped Daime on his chest.

"Angels do not exist, Sylvystre. Try again."

Daime pouted at the girl and thought for a moment. In his mind, if angels don't exist then who is the man that he kept on seeing on his dreams?

He sighed and thought of something more realistic than dreaming of angels and a devil who is trying to get the angel away from Daime.

"I want to find my missing piece. The person who will only love me for the rest of our lives!"

The girl laughs as she shuffled Daime's unruly hair and sighed.

"The one who will only love you, huh. Those types of people do not exist, Sylvystre. They are just a fraction of our imagination."

Daime looked at the dark night sky sadly as his dream of loving the only person he sees worthy had been shattered by his own sister.

Behind them is Daime's oldest brother, standing in height of six foot twelve, he sat beside them and tapped his sister to shoo her away.

Daime's sister rolled her eyes and moved away from them. Daime's brother tapped Daime's shoulder and smiled at him.

"Don't listen to your sister, Daime."

Daime looked at his brother with tears in his eyes. He chuckled and wipes the tears away as Daime's sister frowned and walked away from them.

"Don't listen to her. She is still bitter with her break up to that animal of an ex-boyfriend that she had."

Daime chuckled with his brother as he sighed into the oblivion of being a child and his dreams are still worthless and simple.

"Just follow your heart with what you wanted, Daime. It will be worth it at the end."

Daime could only nod at his brother. Unknown to the danger that he faced, the youngest Santoro looked at the burning flames of torture as he screamed his brother's name in pain.

***

"KIEFER!"

Daime suddenly sits up from his bed as his sweats roll down from his forehead to his chin and wipes it away. He looks around his dark room as he heavily inhales a deep breath and releases it quietly.

He looks at the clock near him and it says three in the morning. Daime sighs and feels something moves beside and as he turns around, he sees Aiden's figure standing up as he rubs his eyes.

Out of nowhere, something in Daime suddenly snaps and this hour could be the last time that Aiden will see him without those piercing silver eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Aiden rubs his eyes and looks at Daime with a smiling face. He yawns quietly and loops his arm around Daime's muscular arms and greets the latter.

"What time is it? I heard you screaming. Are you okay?"

Daime only stares at him as he scoffs away and removes his arms from Aiden before facing him with his silver eyes.

"Why do you care if I am okay or not? What are you doing here, Aiden?"

Aiden can sense the danger in his voice but he just shrugs it off. In his mind, Daime probably have a bad dream that's why it affected his change of attitude.

"What do you mean? Of course, I care! You are also my lover!"

Pain.

Daime clicks his tongue and pushes Aiden away from him. Aiden flinches from the push and looks at Daime with a shock expression.

This time, he knew that something is definitely wrong about Daime. He feels cold and scary instead of sunshine and rainbow that Aiden usually feels around him.

"Lover, huh?"

Danger. Aiden's mind is screaming danger. His body is slowly trembling by how ridiculous the word "lover" is in Daime's tone.

Aiden looks at him and waits for his lover to soon realize that it is Aiden and not someone else. Aiden can't think of anything to help him other than to hug him and make him believe that he is indeed his lover.

"Since when did I become yours, Aiden?"

Aiden feels a sudden prick on his heart and it hurts him a lot. He can't believe that Daime is thinking something like that.

Aiden knows that their moments and memories of each other are lesser than his and Primo but they are lover still.

"What-What are you talking about, Daime? Of course, you are my lover! You asked me for a three-way relationship with Primo, remember?"

Can a dream cause short term memory loss? Aiden needs to find out because he thinks that it is what is happening right now.

Daime can't seem to remember their ordeal and everything that they went through. It hurts Aiden and he doesn't know what to do.

"Are you okay, Daime? Should I call Primo?"

Daime chuckles as he runs down his hand on his hair and scoffs away.

"Primo… always Primo. When will you call my name, Aiden?"

Aiden stops. His mind goes blank. He looks at Daime with worry on his face. He doesn't know what to say to the guy.

Did Aiden forget about Daime? Of course not. How could he?

Daime shakes his head and stands up from his bed. Aiden follows his every move until he suddenly opens the door.

"Just sleep there, I will call Primo for you. Don't worry about it. You don't need to lie to me. I could see right through you."

Aiden opens his mouth but Daime already goes out. He releases a shaky breath and stares at Daime's disappearing figure and talks to himself.

"Where did everything goes the wrong way?"