3:26 am

6:23

I had a dream you died last night. You're heart was beating too fast and I watched you seize. She tried to help you, but your body was too weak. You're heart stopped. I ran over to you as quickly as I could, and I knew that if I got up there to help you, that those images would haunt me forever, but I did it anyways. I held your hand, I whispered in your ear, it will be okay, I promise, it will be okay. I don't ever want this to happen.

And I wake up.

And my heart hurts.

And I wish that you never have to endure the pain of your heart stopping.