Dreams are queer. Some say they represent what and how you're feeling. Yet sometimes I think they're actually foreboding something. Exactly what..

I don't know.
You tell me.

She walks towards me and puts her arms around me and she hugs me.
We're two people who have just been through a terrible ordeal together.
Although it was worse for me, I know it wasn't easy for her.
This hug is our bond, our bond to learn from what we have just been through and become better and stronger because of it.
I know she will keep the bond, I don't know if I can.
I pull away.