For the first time in six years, I can clearly recall my dream with him in it: It was a typical day out in a rather cold place; we were donned on thick jackets and bonnets and gloves and earmuffs. He was walking alongside me, the wide smile on his youthful face was simply overflowing with happiness. I remember putting my arm around his shoulders, I was playfully pulling him closer and embracing him. Again, and again, and again. And then I seriously told him how much I missed him as I cried and he merely looked at me and smiled that sincere smile of his.
Snap.
Just like that, the dream came to an abrupt end.
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