Darkness creeps in. I'm surrounded. There is no escape. Breathing becomes a struggle. My eyes are forced shut from the pressure. I can't move.
I can still feel your touch. I can still smell you, taste you. You're voice rings through my ears. I pry my eyes open and I see you. You reach out and hold me.
The pressure evaporates. The darkness flees. It's just you and me. I collapse to the floor. You come with me, still holding me tight. And then the tears come. An overflow of pain and love and sorrow.
"I miss you." The only words I can make my self speak.
"I miss you too, Davis."
The next words shock me. Your words.
"I love you."
Are my dreams supposed to torture me?
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