My choir is doing this song. It is a beautiful poem/song. I hope you enjoy!

Your POV:

I open the brief case, dumping all of the money on the floor. It broke my heart that Mr. Ootori thought that I was only in love with Kyoya for the money. Because I am poor. Because I only have my dreams.

"(Y/n)?" I hear Kyoya behind me. I turn and throw the briefcase on the floor and turn. The cash is spread on the floor evenly. "Why do you have this money? And why is it on the floor?"

"It is from your father." I look at him plainly.

Flashback:

"Good to see you, (Y/n)," Mr. Ootori says as I enter the room. I smile politely, but  in my mind there is a nagging feeling that something is wrong. I hesitantly sit in the seat he has gestured towards.

"It is nice to see you as well. To what do I owe the pleasure of being called to your office?" I ask, a forced smile on my face. He seems to notice this, so he drops his polite  smile.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" He picks up and slides a brief case towards me. "If I remember correctly, you want to be a (dream job)." I nod.

"That is correct, but what does this have to do with whatever is in the briefcase."

"Open it." I hesitantly unclip the latches and open it, finding stacks upon stacks of 100 dollar bills. "This should be enough to get you started."

I look at him, suspicious. "And what strings are attached?"  I ask. He smiles.

"Just one. Break my son's heart so he will never love again." I gasp in shock and disgust.

"Why would you ask me to do such a thing!" 

"Simple," Mr. Ootori says, standing and walking until he is right behind my chair. "You make him sympathize with commoners. You are a problem. He is defiant with you in his life. I get rid of you, he becomes a heartbroken pawn, just the way I need him."

"I won't take your damned money." He chuckles quietly.

"You will come around. Take it with you. Trust me, you will give in." I snatch up the brief case in my hand, and I stomp off, a plan already in my mind.

Flashback End:

Kyoya's eyes flash with shock and he takes a step forward. "Why?"

"It was to start my career."

"Then why did you spread it on the floor?"

"It was in exchange for breaking your heart, which I could never do." He takes a step forward and I hold up my hand. "Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."

"Why didn't you do it and then tell me after? This is my dream!" I smile, and he takes another step forward, only five feet away.

"Yes, it is my dream career. Kyoya, you are my dream! I love you, and I would never choose the money over you!" He quickly closes the distance between us. He pulls me into a tight hug, placing a kiss on top of my head.

"(Y/n), I swear, I will help you obtain your dream." I look up at him, giving him a quick kiss on his lips.

"Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, enwrought with golden and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths, of light and night and the half light. I would spread the cloth under your feet." I sing softly. He pulls me into another kiss. 

"You are my dream."

"And you are mine."