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Crisis Dreams

"Shhh, it's just a bad dream. Just a dream, you'll be alright." Kane said comforting you after you had jerked up suddenly out of bed crying. You had another crisis dream, where your worst fears had come true.

"Thank you for being here for me" you managed to choke out through your sobbing. He kissed your forehead and hugged you just tight enough to make you feel safe and comfortable.

This is what it was like having a boyfriend such as Kane. Too bad he's gone. There was nothing you could have done. You were at work and he had gotten home early. There was no way you could have seen him writing the note, pulling out the weapon, and finally offing himself. When you got home you saw the note on the kitchen table and ran to the extra bathroom in the basement where you saw it, his corpse still covered in fresh blood.

After that fateful day, your crisis dreams and nightmares began to increase in frequency and you cried at least once daily. You couldn't get over it, until a few weeks later you decided to finally join him...