"I dream about you all the time," he said softly, his eyes closed, "but every time, I dream that you are walking away from me. Sometimes it's in a very dark tunnel, sometimes in a swamp, where I sink deeper with every step, and you keep walking. No matter how much I call you, you don't respond, you don't look back..." Tears slowly slid from the corners of his eyes, his voice choking up slightly, "It's good, this time it's real... when I called you, you stopped... It's good."
Amanda Smith cupped her mouth tightly with one hand, her eyes already drenched in tears, falling drop by drop onto the white sheets, spreading a wet stain.
Samuel Johnson slowly opened his eyes, looked at Amanda, tears streaming down her face, and managed a smile tinged with bitterness, "Amanda, promise me, now that you're back, don't leave again..." He paused, forcing a smile, "At least, stay with me until I die."
"What nonsensical things to say," Amanda bit her lip, "you're not going to die."