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"Claire, what are you saying?" I asked, desperately trying not to
understand what she was telling me. There were tears in my eyes,
dammit, though I hated to admit it.

"I'm leaving you Shane. I just can't deal with this anymore; with you
anymore. It's just too hard. I deserve to love someone who can love me
back fully, not worried that I will dissappear when they look away. I
deserve better than you. I'm sorry," she ended softly, turning around
so that I couldn't see her face. I felt like someone had ripped out my
heart, and rubbed salt in the hole it left. She had just confirmed all
of my fears. She was right. She deserved better than me. That didn't
mean that I wouldn't fight to keep her. I stepped toward her, tears
flowing freely down my face; I didn't even try to stop them, they
might change her mind, and she'd stay with me. I put my hands on her
shoulders, and pleaded, my voice thick with tears.

"Please don't do this to me Claire, I can't take it; can't take you
leaving me. Don't leave me like everyone else! You are the only good
thing that has happened to me my whole life. I won't be able to stand
it if you leave me. Please don't leave me!" I yelled that last bit,
and broke down into sobbs. I sank to the ground, my head in my hands,
as she took a deep breath and said "Im sorry!" and ran out of the room.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed as I woke up, covered in sweat, and
panting. It was all a dream. A sick and twisted nightmare.

"Shane! Are you alright! I heard you scream," claire yelled as she
ran into my room, "I thought someone was trying to kill you!" I was
still processing that what I had just experienced was just a
nightmare, not reality. It was getting hard to tell what was real, and
what wasn't. Just a dream man, it wasn't real, see Claire is standing
infront of you, I tried to convince myself, it wasn't real. "What
wasn't real? Did you have a nightmare again?" Claire asked, startling
me. I hadn't known I said that out loud. She walked over to my bed and
sat down. I was looking down, so she put her small hand under my chin
and pulled my face up so I had to look at her. "It wasn't real, Shane,
it wasn't real." then she took my face in her hands, and kissed me. I
think she tried to make it a soft, quick kiss, but her mouth lingered
a little, but I needed her so badly in that moment. I grabbed her in
my arms and deepened the kiss. Our tongues intertwined and settled
into a furious pace. I needed to prove to myself that she was here,
real, not just a figment of my overactive imagination.

"Are you really here, Claire? Please tell me that you're really here
and I'm not just dreaming." I asked her between kisses. If she said
no, I would die, break into little pieces and blow away.

"Of course Im really here Shane, how could you doubt that? Can't you
see me?" she replied, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good," I breathed against her neck. I could live a little longer. I
was suddently tired and slumped into her lap.

"Come on Shane, let's get you back to sleep," she whispered softly.
She laid me back against my pillow, and started to pull the covers
back up.

I grabbed her wrist to stop her and asked "please, don't go. Don't
leave me!" tears thick in my voice. She frowned, and her eyebrows
pulled down with concern.

"Ok, Shane, I'll sleep in here with you," she said softly as she
climbed in under the sheets. I immediately rolled over and put my arms
around her, needing to feel her in my arms, to make sure that she was
still here, still real. We fell asleep like that, hugging tightly to
eachother, and now that she was here with me, I slept without
dreaming...