style="background-color: darkred;">Last night I dreamt about Laiven. A vivid dream of him in a field of flowers, the field we used to always go to when he wanted to spend some time with me. The sun was setting in a range of yellows, oranges, and blues, and the trees in the field warped in different directions. Everything felt normal and calming to say the least, but things looked off. Laiven looked different. He was pale, and his body was slimmer. Half of his face was ripped, with stab wounds on his chest. He didn’t speak, just stared and smiled without moving or making any noise. The only sound that could be heard was the rustling of the flowers moving in the wind. He looked just like how he did when he died, and it scared me to pieces. He looked at me like everything I’ve ever done didn’t matter anymore, and that he felt no hatred towards me. I tried explaining to him that I knew the things I did seemed irrational, and it was for the greater good. I tried telling him I was sorry and that I wanted him back. I tried everything, but he never replied; he just smiled. I wanted to wake up as quickly as possible. I knew I was dreaming, but it felt so real. I tried everything I could do, and eventually my eyes shot open. I sat up immediately after and stared at the sheets on my bed. tears flowing down my face. I wished and prayed never to dream about that again, but every night it's a constant nightmare.