I had two separate dreams about Elizabeth last night. One was a continuation of the other, and they were quite vivid. I saw her as clear as day, like she was standing right in front of me.
She was happy, almost like she had finally reached out and received professional help. She had become a popular figure raising to public eye status; something she was so afraid of despite wanting careers that would put her in front of an audience.
There were articles about her and the career she pursued, and that’s how I ended up finding out about the success I encouraged her to pursue.
We found each other again, and communicated on her website. We examined images for hidden secrets and we solved endless puzzles together. Our friendship had been rekindled, our bond had been healed, and it was reforming, changing, turning into something beautiful.
The last image we looked at was of a face in the blue sky made out of clouds. She asked how many faces were present in the picture. I looked, and said that there were three. Satisfied, we said goodbye for the night.
I joined a friend at a table in some break room, and they asked about Elizabeth. I said she was doing well, and has been busy with a lot of things.
Later, when I returned to the computer, I opened up the thread we were talking on...
...and she had closed the thread.
There was no more conversation.
There was no more contact.
There was no more anything.
There was nothing left except a wall with nothing behind it.
I left the computer. I left it all behind.
And then I woke up...
...and cried.
I miss you so much... 💔
- Jaclyn
