"i don't see you very often." he told me sadly.

i refuse to allow someone so precious into the disgusting dreams of mine. "i like seeing your dreams. they're pretty."

"you're prettier."

"u-um, what?" i asked, dumbfounded.

"i think your prettier than any of my dreams, or best memories." he told me, stepping closer and closer.

before he could get any closer, it all faded away. before i could called out for him, it was all gone.