It's all a Dream.... by @Hack_Beta (Fallen Angel)

Drew it while watching "The Real Folk Blues"......

As I lie in my bed, my eyes closed and my mind and heart begin racing. I force myself awake, and wipe the tears away from my parched eyes. I set my bare feet on the cold floor, and an icy shiver swiftly crawled up my spine, and I shuddered involuntarily. I walked passed my desk and looked at the music box, and the picture of my love. I stopped and picked up the picture and I felt the icy shiver return at my spine. I knew it was all my fault…. I didn’t have to let her believe she was at fault…I didn’t have to leave it like that…but I selfishly did…. And what now…She’s gone…. ripped out of the world because of the things I did…. the things I said…. She had killed herself, and the blood-soaked note she held tightly in her hand said “My Love…until we meet again…” I tried to hold back my tears, but in my attempt I failed…I didn’t bother to pick up the music box, since I had destroyed it that dreadful night. I continued to the bathroom, and ran the sink and splashed my soar and red eyes with the cool, refreshing water that then stings my eyes. The water mixes with the salty tears that stream down my face, and onto the ratty shirt I wore to sleep in. I walked back to my bedroom, and pulled the covers well over my head. All of a sudden, the supposedly broken music box starts to slowly and innocently move. As it starts to play, a nostalgic eerie tune fills the air. I then happen to wake up from my dream. I realize that there was no music box, and yet there is a small one nestled in my hand. I quickly turned to my side, and there she was…asleep and hold gently on to my arm. I thought “Is any of this for real, or not?” And I awake yet again from my dream. As if I were peeling an onion, it's a dream no matter how far I go, I can never reach the reality. I'm blinded from the truth. I'm trapped in an endless nightmare in the dark voids of my soul, and a forgotten past seems to haunt me at every turn.... I sat up in the bleak under wood of my room, and struck with paranoia, I look around, and find my speculations were true…. She was gone…. I couldn’t stand any more of the torture of knowing I was the cause of all this…So I slowly picked up the gun I stored in my drawer, pointed it to my head, and whispering to myself…”My Love…. until we met again….” I sighed and silently pulled back the trigger.

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