I had a dream.
In that dream, the one I loved the most gave his life to protect me.
I didn't want him to go; I didn't want to be alone
But he said to me that I would have to
He didn't want anything to happen to me, ever.
He said that he was afraid; not afraid to die
But because he was about to leave me alone.
I cried. I told him not to do it
I told him to come to me and hold me until it would be over.
But he refused. He told me that I had to live
And he told me that he had always wanted to protect me.
Then he didn't say anything. I knew he was gone.
I cried out his name and woke up.
And then I realized it wasn't just a dream.