morning reminiscence

I wake up in morning reminiscence.
The dream wasn't that nightmare; it doesn't have that kind of scary monster, or you don't have to run because of the zombies chasing you.
But still, the dream was a horrible nightmare to me: I was there with her, but she left. She walked away, she walked away and I couldn't do anything to stop her. I followed her. She took the left turn at the crossroad. I took the same turn but she's just not there. I began to search everywhere, but she's just not there.

Why are you still in the same dream that keeps repeating night after night you left me? The memory of you hunts me. Funny it is, how you could miss the old days when they are already gone. Do I miss you? I'm sure I do. You're the one who told me to leave, you have no idea how much the love I feel for you making things that didn't real become the reality themselves. It's such a weird feeling in my stomach

The hole I am in now is dark, and I still don't want to climb up. I feel tired a little bit although I know I have to get out of here quickly. My wings still hurt; the time you fall was the time my wings shattered. I have to climb it but it is an infinite darkness.

Sadly I couldn't cry. Because there's no use of crying now, no more tears should fall.

But when I look up, I see light. That will be my reason to get out of here , as fast as I could.