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He found such comfort in dreams, but darker things followed him, there, as well. How could he ever have wasted a moment in disagreement or even anger when those moments were so terribly numbered? Regret followed and ate at what remained of him. He sometimes woke like this. Feeling they’d had some horrible argument and thinking he just needed to get her on the phone. If they could just talk he could make it better. In the dream, he awoke to her ringtone - crickets - but couldn’t get to the phone in time to answer. He’d call and call to no avail, watching day turn to night. Feeling the crush of regret and the horrible distance between them.