Thunder was cackling in the background and I dove for my bed. I hid beneath the safety of my covers. Rain lashed out making me cower. Make it stop. Please make it stop. I pleaded. I hated the rain. It brought me terrible memories. It reminded me of my failures and weakness. I remembered that night when I chased after him. His coal dark eyes held no emotions. I remember those painful words he told me and how it broke my and tore my heart. I remember his retreating form and how darkness has enveloped me. A tear fell down my cheek.
Thunder boomed again and I jumped. I was a coward. Always running away. That's why I couldn't stop him. My heart was in pieces, especially after remembering all those memories. His arms wrapped tightly around me, those lips that voiced gentle and loving words, those eyes that held so much love, and that body that had pleasured me for nights end. I missed him. For once in my life I let the tears fall. The tears I withheld for so many years. Crying softly I never noticed the window by my bed open. I was too caught up in my memories to feel strong arms around me. I was too busy crying to hear soothing word being whispered in my ear. But what I did feel was that my body was being rocked. It was slow comforting movement. I felt myself being lured to the world of dreams. My eyelids were getting heavy. Before my eyes closed, before I fell to the world of dreams, before the darkness enveloped me I heard a voice:
"Goodnight dobe."
And darkness claims me.