We lay together, it's a beautiful night
No clouds in the sky, just a full moon
We hold hands and you look up at the stars.
"It's beautiful," I whisper.
"They are, aren't they?" you say, gesturing upwards.
"Oh, you meant the stars? They're pretty ugly compared to what I'm seeing." I reply.
Curious, she turns her head and sees me staring at her.
A smile lights up across her face, and for a moment I am blinded.
Then we kiss, and for some time, I am the happiest person in the world.
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This happiness was not to last
For when I woke up, she was not in my arms
But she had left a note.
Before I even read it I knew something was wrong
There were tear stains on the letter
And it was written in messy handwriting
I begin to read
And words burn themselves into my skull
"It's better this way" or "nothing will change"
or even "I'm sorry I couldn't love you as much as I hate myself."
And then my world shattered.
The collective story of two dreams I had in two consecutive nights. Almost breaks my heart just to read it.