An uncomfortable bed and the glow of a soda machine.

[roxxierae]

I woke up thinking that i would have done anything to see you, to be near you, to touch you and know that you're real, that you're alright.  I even reached for you, half-asleep out of pure habit, even though i was miles from where we used to call home.  Ironic how much you hate hearing about dreams, considering how profoundly this one featuring you affected me.  I was undoubtedly lucid dreaming, i was standing 50 floors up in an office building and told myself that since it was just a dream, jumping through a window would present no problems.  I sent you a message on the way down.  "I love you," it said.

And i do, still, in some way but not the same way.  Just know that i'll never leave you to die in a town crumbling under the weight of apocalypse.