Broken.

A Dream Forgotten.

I dreamed you dead once.

I didn't remember it for months, forced the memory down so far it couldn't reach the surface.

But when it did, I knew why I had repressed it.

Once I had seen you looking the way you had: face pale, eyes wide open and unmoving, hair floating around your face gently in the water that had been your demise.

And you were looking at me but you weren't seeing, your eyes were open but they were staring at nothing and you weren't there anymore, you weren't anywhere.

You were gone, and there was nothing I could do about it but stand there and stare in disbelief.