Hey Pplz! Just to letcha know, this is from Alfred's (America's) Point of view! PLZ R&R!
~ Iris of the North
As I sleep, I dream of the times we shared. I dream of walking to your room late at night, clutching my pillow in my arms. I dream getting into bed with you and feeling your warm embrace scare my nightmares away. It gave me such a good feeling inside. I remember your voice and your smile.
When I wake, I still feel like I'm living those days... I don't open my eyes, for fear that you're still sleeping, and I don't want to wake you up. I remember that peaceful look on your face, and how long it's been since those days.
I now remember our struggles, our fights... I don't want that to be real. I want it to have been just another dream.
I want to know it was only a dream, so I reach out, opening my eyes and seeing only pitch black. I reach for you, hoping...
Soon, my hand reaches a surface and I grasp it, feeling its coolness and softness in my hand. It isn't you, only the empty blanket on the other side of my bed.
I feel something switch on inside of me, and my eyes start to feel cool. I feel tears running down my cheeks like ribbons falling. They twist and turn until they become wet spots on my sheets, only to be followed by more. I feel a hurt inside of me that I couldn't describe if I tried.
It all comes back to me now.
It seems like I saw you not a minute ago, wondering deep inside if you were putting up the same act I was, but really missing you inside. When our eyes met, I felt like it might've been fate giving us another chance... But I realized not when you pulled away.
So lying in the pitch black, I cry. I cry until I can't cry anymore. I cry until I'm reminded of the truth.
I don't want to admit that I miss you. I don't want to admit that I can't bear this pain of mine.
It's not that I hate you...
I just hate that you're gone.
