(Nobody had ever died in my dreams before this one. Not a single person.)
I find out he’s dead. The police are investigating me as a suspect, and I’m outraged… I could never hurt him. After being questioned, I walk the streets trying to figure out what might have happened. As I weave my way through the avenues, each streetlamp I pass turns off until the entire city is shrouded in darkness.
I’m standing outside where he used to live. A siren approaches from far away. Eventually they reach me and inform me that he took his own life.
I’m still haunted by his eyes.
