We sat on the roof under the blue moonlight; the silence around us was broken only by her periodic sniffles. 'Sometimes... I see him in my dreams.' She paused. '...just standing there, in that red field, smiling at me- smiling like everything's 'OK'...' She reached over and grabbed me by the collar; one finger had missed the fabric and its nail dug into my neck. As I looked into her widened eyes, my pain seemed insignificant. 'But it's not ok, it's not! He's dead and... and...'
Again, we sat in silence, '...and I can't kill that monster...'