Only by a lapse in reality itself would she haunt me in this way, beckoning me night after endless night; these tormenting dreams are only reflections of what I once loved.
Another day, another chance to forget, but she remains.
I couldn't let her go then, and I can't let her go now, her gaze ever upon me as I struggle to ignore the overwhelming silence dragging my mind to the darkest depths of insomnia.
Until she spoke to me.
"I've missed you," she said.
She shouldn't, she can't, but she does.
I suppose if I'd let go then, she wouldn't be so strongly tied to me now; fragments of her soul still linger.
I don't have a choice.
I'll do anything to forget.
So long as I don't have to experience losing her again...