Salt water lapped at the young woman’s feet as she stared out across the horizon. The horizon of the world she created. So that the sun set on it’s beauty every day and rose again every morning to reveal nothing but the perfection that Mal and Dom had so desired.

It was almost unbearable how perfect their world had become. It was so full of so much that she could hardly believe it had come from only her and Dom and their endless creation. But it had. And it was all theirs. No one else could even imagine the world they had created together. Because nothing else compared to it. It was full of things that shouldn’t exist but did. And full of their memories.

It was wrong to create from memory. They both knew it was a bad move, that creating from memory blurred the lines between reality and the dream. But both were addicted to their own creation that they couldn’t bare to put a stop to any of it. To let those memories crumble and fade when they could exist in their reality.

Because it was real to her. Every bit of it was real to her now. The water that sprayed against her face with the wind’s movements, the sand that buried her feet before crumbling away in the tide. All of it was real.

Even the train that flew past their city every day at sunset.

She turned her back to the ocean now and smiled that soft smile of hers as she saw something else that was real. Or someone else. Her husband. Her beautiful Dom in all his glory approaching her from the city, looking just as happy to see her as she was to see him.

“Were you missing me?” She smirked slightly. As though she didn’t already know the answer.

Dom swept her up in his arms and she kissed him with a delighted laugh.

Oh yes. This was all to real.