VALORIA WILDEROSE
I have a dream where I'm floating among the clouds high up in the sky, soaring with bright white wings that take me higher and faster on command.
I have no worries, no regrets, no expectations — only freedom itself clasped within my grasp and the warm sun in my face.
I have the most perfectly soothing dream, and then I wake up.
I'm on Azrael's bed, groggy and sore all over, exhausted despite the fact that I'm just waking up from a deep sleep. Instinctively, I reach out to his side of the bed where he was last night, clutching me tightly as though he would never let go.
And I'm met with an empty cold space.
The realization does more than a splash of cold water ever can, forcing me upright and wide awake to confirm my worst possible reality.
He's gone. Vanished like he was never here — like last night was just a fleeting dream I had only imagined to console myself.
