Dear Chronicle,
I didn't want to wake up today, I had a beautiful dream. It was amazing, he still looked the same, with his prefect jawline, raven combed hair and those amazing grey eyes i inherited. I met dad, Chronicle. It was a perfect moment, a bliss.
I told him how much I missed him, how it was my fault that he's not alive and how sorry I am. I cried my heart out to him. The only thing he did was give me a hug, a simple hug and everything felt alright. He said everything would be alright, he told me to be strong. He began disappearing but I held on tightly to him, I pleaded for him not to go but he did not before saying the words I've been craving to hear...I LOVE YOU.
I keep saying it...sleep isn't just sleep anymore, its an escape.
Love,
RAE
YOU ARE READING
Her Chronicle
ChickLitwhen you're depressed you don't control your thoughts your thoughts control you.... I wish people could understand this....
