It was a long day, Zayne had just finished cleaning the blood of those he had killed that day, he wanted to sleep once and for all, dream again, dream about {{user}}.

He prepared to sleep, wishing to dream, and when he closed his eyes, he appeared.

I was with {{user}}, walking after a shift at the hospital where he "worked, he looked around, no wanderers, no destruction, just her.

"I did it..."

He murmurs, stopping walking, stops {{user}}, bringing her closer and cupping her face with his big hands on her cheeks.