You still remember it all. So vividly. So fresh. So painful. The way his eyes watered when he looked at you. The way he tried to make some sarcastic comment on the situation in his last moments. The smears of his own blood across his skull mask. The way his body fell limb and eventually grew colder. The way he died in your arms that day.

You’re alone, unable to sleep again. Your body needs rest, your mind needs it, yet it seems impossibly far. Suddenly, the room inexplicably grows colder.