I saw him again in my dream, but this time his face was
there…I just couldn’t see it. It was as if it was so blurred,
his features all ran together. His voice, warbled by the
vibrations of my subconscious, made it impossible for me
to recognize his voice, but I knew who he was. Saying his
name, through the cursed tying of my tongue, made the
dream seem more like a nightmare.
“Come back to me,” he said. “You have to come back to
me.”
“I can’t!” I said as if I knew I honestly could try. “I am
already starting to forget who you are.”
He grabbed me like a determined soap opera star, pulling
me so close as if to try and shove me inside him. “I won’t
leave you. I promise. I will NEVER leave your side. “
I tried to talk, but the thing about dreams is, that moment
you want to speak with determined honesty, you mysteriously lose your voice.
The last thing I remember is him pushing me away with
equal vigor, “Wake up Eva. Wake up and find a way to
me!”
As I awoke suddenly, I knew something more horrifying
boiled deep within my soul, than I could handle. I had just
suffered the greatest loss and I had no idea why. I knew I
had the dream but cou