My dreams, they have been changing recently. If before, I would always see the scene where the demons' claws pierced her chest.
Though there were occasional different dreams as well, most of the time the context was like this.
Yet now, I had another dream.
In that dream, she was there again, smiling, her eyes filled with warmth and sadness. The kind of sadness that clings to your soul but never quite lets you feel at peace.
I could feel her presence, as if she was right there beside me, the air around her heavy with unspoken words. She didn't say much, though—she never did. Just smiled, that same bittersweet expression that always left me feeling empty when I woke up.
And just like that, the dream faded, slipping away like water through my fingers.
