She wakes shaking, cold sweat rolls down her spine. The blood has left her face as she stares back at her ghostly reflection. The worst dream she ever had come back. The one were they fight, he crashes and she holds him till he dies. Were the whole thing was her fault, starting the fight, making him crash. Pushing all the covers away she lays alone in the middle of her bed. Pulling her knees to her chest, she cries. That dream always feels so real. The pain, the blood, his voice. This time she didn't wake up in his arms. She doesn't even know if he is safe. Closing her eyes she struggles to remember that day, those words. "Serena, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I love you." The fan blows a chilling breeze across her skin. She remembers he isn't here and she is alone. She speaks, hoping someone...something will hear her, "Please just keep him safe."
Day 6...this is going to be a lot longer than I thought.
I'm still fighting. Please be proud of me.
1 comment:
he has not died. He is alive, he is okay. Calm down, love. I know how you worry, and I know how much that dream must really be terrible for you, but remember--it's not real. He's okay.
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