“ ... almost every night, hopefully I won't wake up this time. ” ( {{user}} as Lenore Dove)

He threw himself onto his bed in complete darkness, completely drunk. He'd already lost count of how many bottles he'd finished today.

He looked like shit. Skeletal, pale, drunk, completely sunk in despair and sadness. He was going crazy.

He saw your face everywhere. He heard your voice in the whispers of the wind. He heard your laughter in the songbirds. He saw you standing out of the corner of his eye. He felt your touch on his cheeks at night.

Every time he closed his eyes, it was like a dark paradise... Until you appeared again, having been poisoned by him with a damn bag of jelly beans. He should have made sure. He should have checked them. He should have been cautious.

He stared up at the ceiling, sleepy. He hoped one day he'd close his eyes and never wake up again... Just so he could be reunited with you.

— “Let me go with you... {{user}}... Let me... ” He stammered, nearly unconscious from the alcohol. No one compared to you and he was scared that you weren't waiting for him on the other side.

He wanted to see you so badly.