I believed I would stop talking to you in my mind when I killed you. But every night I dream the same dream, on that beach we've never been. Yet it seems so familiar to me now that I can't imagine not being there.

You whisper words in my ear, but they're different now. Before, you whispered things that chilled me to my very core, things that would make even the most fierce of evils cower in terror. Now the words you whisper are sweet nothings, promises of eternity that will never come to anything.

It's ironic, with you I felt I was always chasing the dream, or maybe Xander's nightmare. Now all I have left is the dream, fading before sunrise.