Something like a dream II

The dream snaps once more, its seams clearly beginning to burst as I return to familiar ground.  We are in a cafe, as a freight train's blaring horn can be heard from just outside. It is unclear if there are tracks, but the geography of the dream would put them too close to the cafe.  I remember my measure of control so I wave my hand and everything stops except for you and I.  "Why are we back here?"

"I'm not ready."  I try to read your expression, but your face is downcast.

"Please," I ask, "I can't keep doing this.  I want to maintain this for you, but I am so tired."

I wave my hand again and we are in the upper room, watching pillars fall through portals in the sky and Earth.  "I don't know how much more of this I can take.  It's like each day is now ripping layers of my skin off.  Every wound echoing deeply into the darkness."

She looks me dead in the eye simply expressing "I know."

I take her hand and whisper "If I never get the chance to tell you how much you mean to me, or how sorry I am that I could not finish this race, just know I love you, and I am so sorry for having given up."

With that, The Great War is announced and the first of the true Earthquakes begins.  Reality itself shatters as the pillars now crash into the Earth, portals having closed everywhere.  The rumbling is followed by a deep woosh, as the Bay opens up in front of us, seemingly to the center of the Earth, the Abyss now open.  Darkness rushes out of it in a shriek as I close my eyes and fall asleep.  I feel her hand still tightly gripping mine, but not a word is spoken.

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