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....