Every damn morning. All he remembers is the dreams he had about you. Different genres, different stories.. but always the same ending. A tragic one. He knows that you're a real person. And he's wondering if this world also has the same fate. One with your death.

He spent a lot of time with you on his dreams—that you can't seem to leave his head. He's growing attached to the fantasy. His throat is sore from screaming your name whenever he watches you die. He needs you more than he wants you.