"...I'm sorry. I can't...not anymore."
The words throbbed within my mind, sending a cold shiver throughout my body. Those words were the only clear thing within this recurring dream, a haunting message. The voice that carried them to my ears struck my heart with unusual sadness, an emotion I had never really experienced in full. Eventually when I forced myself to open my eyes, they began overflowing, creating dark trails upon my painted face. At the sight of the tears I began rubbing my eyes with a sleeve and began shoveling sopor slime pie into my mouth to placate myself.