I had a dream about the waterangel again, but this time she was frozen. She reached out to me and I tried to take her hand but it hurt me. It was so cold that it hurt my skin.
"Melancholia" was written in water floating above her head.
She shattered and all the ice pieces flew into me, killing me instantly. I woke up and wrote it down in my journal.
I just went to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water and went back to sleep.
For the first time in a while, dreaming of nothing.
It was horrible.
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