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Mallorie 'Mal' Cobb || 3/???

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But a dream could never be real. And the thought began to plague at Mal’s mind when she would think of how her perfect world could never be real. So she went deep into her own mind, where she locked away her totem. A top that spun endlessly in a dream. And she set the top down in a safe and locked it away so that it would never spin again. And just like that, her dream world became reality.

Dom was not so easy to convince. He knew they would one day have to awaken, but Mal couldn’t accept that her world wasn’t real. The thought was too deep in her head to change. So Dom went looking for her secret. He went deep into her head until he found that top and he spun it again, locking it in her head again. Only this time, it would never stop spinning.

With the idea that her reality wasn’t real anymore, Mal carefully let Dom lead her to the train tracks outside of their perfect city. She let him lay her down on the tracks next to him. She held his hands tight as they whispered words of encouragement to each other, ignoring the rattling of the tracks. And then-




She woke up.

Something was very wrong, though. And Dom and her both felt it immediately. She couldn’t seem to focus on her world anymore. Everything was so…. Wrong. Something was very wrong.

This wasn’t her real house. Those aren’t her parents. Those children are just projections. This world. It’s not real.

Mal couldn’t make the thought go away. She couldn’t let it go. Everything didn’t feel right anymore. And she never understood why. But all she knew was that she had to die one more time, to wake up one more time and then her and Dom could get back home. They could see their real children again.

But Dom refused to go with her. He refused to take that leap of faith because of the children that weren’t real. So Mal had to take that choice from him. To free him of the thought that those projections were their children. She set in motion a plan. A plan that involved three Sane proclamations by three certified psychiatrists and a letter to her attorney, one that said that her husband was dangerous and threatened to kill her.

Then all she had to do was wait at the hotel on the eve of their anniversary. Sitting on the edge of the balcony as Dom discovered the broken and destroyed room across from her. That’s when he saw her on the balcony. When he begged her to go back inside. But she told him of her plan, of the letter and how she made it look like he killed her so that the only choice he had left to make was the one to be with her because they would never let the man who murdered his wife return to his children.

And with nothing to hold her back anymore, Mal jumped.



Mal didn’t wake up. And Dom never saw her funeral, having to flee the country because of that damned letter.

From then on Mal became nothing more than Dom’s projection of his own guilt. She was a being that sabotaged every job he had so that he was always running from someone somewhere. She was a being locked in his dreams and kept there by him to keep her living. She was a being that plagued his mind and told him pretty nothings of the reality he was missing. If only he’d die. If only he’d come get her.

She would always be waiting for him.