The rain. Why is it always raining in my dreams? It tumbles down all around me, covering me completely, chilling me to the bone.
It just keeps raining.
I kept turning my head, looking, searching for him. For anybody. I need help. Please find me.
There he is.
Right in front of me. The way he always looked. The way I remember him.
He is here. Not far away. Right beside me.
I hug him, but I only find the air.
It is not often you beg to wake from dreaming...
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