GOODNIGHT
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The first time I met him was really be chance. There was a lot going on at that time. I had just come home from a long day at work and the next thing I see was some guy knocked and absolutely battered right beside my house. I freaked when I saw it. For a moment t I though some kind of fight broke out near my house and they just kept a body there.
Needless to say that was our very first meeting and the start of our friendship. I let him stay with me for a little while he reccpuperated and listened to his very bizarre and unbelievable story of what he was and how he ended up in his situation.
I really didn't belive him in the beginning. "Protector of Dreams" it sounded very silly. But he seemed serious at that time. When it was time for him to leave and I saw him walk through that portal , that's when I thought everything he said was plausible.
I was sad to see him go, afterall I really enjoyed his company. But we did make a promise he would visit on a special days whenever he wasn't extremely busy saving the galaxy or whatever, and those days I was always eager for them to come.
Dream always kept his promise. When we met we talked about what's been going on in our lives. We could only spend a few hours with each other before he left but that time was precious
Eventually however, Dream started to arrive less and less. I won't lie and say I wasn't disappointed. When he did make it he looked tired. Like he was having a hard time. I tried getting him to open up about what was going on in those other worlds he often spoke about, with his brother. But he wouldn't say anything. Maybe he didn't want to drag me into his mess. But, it made me feel bad that I couldn't share his burdens with him. What kind of friend would I be?
A friend huh? I lived far from family and didn't really have anyone I could really call a friend. I was alone before Dream came along. Although I did enjoy the peace and quiet of being by myself. The moment Dream came into my life, I realized how loney I truly was. I don't know...I guess during this time he's become really important to me. Closer to my very own family and more than a friend.
That's why it was difficult to see him again.
I started to feel ill. I often called off from work and laid in bed all day feeling sick. At first I thought it was some kind of cold I was coming down with, then suddenly it would go away like it never happened in the first place. This would occur randomly. Often on days when we would meet, and as much as I wouldn't to. I just could not drag myself out of bed to go there. I was in pain.
Thays when I decided ro gi to the doctor and find out what was happening. After a few check us and an MRI scan....I was presented some bad news. Bad was an understatement.
I went home that day and cried my eyes out. I was at least given pills to help with the pains I'd sometimes get. There was treatment but there was no guarantee it would work. Maybe if I had went sooner things could have changed. I sat in my room that day thinking about everything in my life.
What would I say to Dream? Should I even tell him. He's been so busy. And I've hardly seen him since I've been sick. I just don't know what to do. It was scary figuring this out all alone, I truly wish I had someone in this moment.
The day came and I sat on the bench feeling much better than before. I hope it wasn't too noticeable, how much weight I've been loosing. I've missed many of our meet up. I'm not sure if he arrived or Mayne think I've given up on seeing him again. I didn't want that.
