He was a dreamer— always dreaming; always dreaming. He dreamt of being welcomed, of belonging, of being loved. He dreamt of being the protector when he was the one who needed protecting. He dreamt of light in a world of shadows.
He was a dreamer—always dreaming; always dreaming. But then he dreamt of falling. He dreamt of pain, of hatred, of tears and sorrow. He dreamt of blotting out the candle. He dreamt of darkness in a world of shadows.
He was a dreamer—always dreaming; always dreaming. But then, on that rainy afternoon so long ago, he dreamt no more.