He once had a dream about the sea.

You were there, too, in his dream, smiling. Smiles were rare these days, with everything going on... He couldn't quite recall if it was big or small, a toothy grin or a barely existen twitch of your lips, but it was there nonetheless.

You were both soaked in salty water to the bone, feet in the sand as the waves tickled your skin. It was a good dream.

People say dreams come true. But they forget to tell you that nightmares are dreams, too.

And seeing your figure there, a heap in the ground, drenched in warm, fresh blood, your blood, was a nightmare, a true nightmare. In his dream, there was the sea, but here everything was red, red, red and too warm and cold at the same time. And the worst part... was that it was real.