Do you love me?
I do...
And then I woke up. I wasn't aware that I was dreaming; I could only see blurry and incomprehensible scenes. Memories? No. Perhaps they were simply products of my imagination. It was all dark, but I felt something cool and damp under my hands. Then, I became aware that my eyes were still closed. I opened them; lights, noises, fuzzy images passed through my eyes, ears, and mind until I closed them again. I didn't understand anything. And suddenly, I heard a voice. Someone touched my shoulder. "Are you okay?" asked the voice.
I opened my lips to respond; screams, groans, sobs. They didn't come from my mouth, but they echoed in my head until I closed my lips again. I didn't understand anything. I felt a hand on my face, but I was afraid to open my eyes again. Only that way, my mind was at peace. However, I extended my hand... And then I woke up.
... And no, she did not love me.
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Oblivion
RandomOblivion and Nostalgia. Solitude and Memories. Love and Heartbreak. Madness and Impossibilities. Dreams and Reality. Collection of short stories: "Unreality" "Marks and Scars" "Do you love me?" "Otsider" "Chronicles of a Dryad" "Death and Puppeteer"
