I look up at Alex and tell him my thoughts, but he always shushes me as he brushes my hair away from my face. As we hold each other, a thought occurs to me that we are not supposed to be together, and if we don’t let go, we will die. There is a hollowness to the outside, like nothing is there but Alex and I, as if the whole world is empty. The wind is blowing my hair into my face. We stay at the edge of the frozen water, clutching onto one another as if our lives depend on it. Alex is holding me, his arms are wrapped tightly around me. The sky is as dark as a shadow and the air chills me to the bone. The lake is frozen and the trees are iced over with icicles dripping from the branches. In them, Alex and I are standing out by the entrance to The Underworld.
I kept having these dreams, or maybe they were more like nightmares.
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