My friend held my hand and told me we were about to surprise my fiance. I was engaged with someone. We were the children of two nobles and it was an arranged marriage. My friend brought me near my fiance’s favorite place, a hill overlooking a golden wheatfield and a tree standing strong in the middle of it. And there, I was surprised by what I found out.
I saw my fiance with a woman. They were frolicking and seemed in love. I saw how my fiance was mesmerized and entranced by his new apple of the eye. The character in my dream felt no jealousy, hatred, and pain though. I only felt understanding and sadness. I never saw my fiance happier than what I saw that day. He was never that happy with me. I understand though. The love I had for him was more familial, like loving someone as a sibling, loving someone out of obligation. I never saw him as a lover.
Fast forward in their story and we were about to be wed. I saw the gloom in my fiance’s eyes. My friend knew what I was about to do. I talked to my fiance. I told him that I knew and I said that he didn’t need to suffer anymore. I hugged him and said I understand him and he can be happy the way he wanted to. I was calling the engagement off. He can love the person she loved and no longer need to hide it. He smiled. I won’t forget how he genuinely smiled like a thorn was removed from his heart. He was happy. I thought it was for the best. Not only for him but for mine too.
I was ready for all the repercussions. I was ready to take the blame for why the marriage was called off. But I knew we never loved each other as lovers did. But I did love him. And seeing him happy is enough. We were about to announce our decision publicly. I woke up.