I had though…I was dead. I had thought that there was no way I would wake up. I kept…replaying all the moments…I kept thinking of Ivy, and Fox and Cloud. I kept hoping dearly that Cloud had made it out alright. That Fox was still smiling. That Ivy was still as bitter as always.
I dreamed… Of heaven I think. My mother always used to talk of such a place. It was…bright and pure and everything was always so clean and everyone was always happy…
In my dream, I wasn't happy. I was lonely. I think while dreaming, I wished Cloud had died to. I wished he and I could talk just for a little while…
And I dreamed of having one last day to live. Staying in a little bed, in a medical center, blind and broken and in pain… but happy. Happy because Cloud was talking to me, and Fox was holding my hand and Ivy was saying how she'd not let me fade away…
I guess… That dream made me start all this. Made me wish to show you my life… I don't want to be forgotten…
