LET ME DIE... LET ME FLY...

Pain...
No, its not pain.
Then what is it...?

Is it dark or are my eyes closed...?
Oh!, It is my eyes.
God!... too bright... too bright.
Mm... dark is better.
But those faces... over my bed...
Ok... slowly... ok... ok... what...?
Is it Jake ?
And Sally...? No, it can't be...!
Dream ?
No... I feel pain.
Well, there are painful dreams...
But it's not pain...
Then what...?
But Jake and Sally... Why ?
4 years... why now ?
Did he bring the kids...?
Ahh... My neck.
God, what the hell...?
I can't speak...!
I can't speak...!
I can't...

What...? Did he just say bye dad...?
But don't go Jake...
Sally, tell him...
No... not the kids... let them stay...
Goddammit...
Goddammit.
Fine, take them... go... go away...
But Sally, stay here.... stay with me...
Yes... yes...

She look just like Sarah...
Just like her...
Sarah.
My Sarah...
I Wanna see her...
Take me... Take me...

I see her now.
There she sits...
At the beach.
Is that me by her side...?
O my God...!
We are together...
Together.
Hold her hand...
Like that... just like that...
Don't let her leave.
Not this time...

Ahhh... Goddammit...
Goddammit...
What the hell...?
I'm gonna kill this woman... I'm gonna...
Her goddamn syringe...
Goddammit.
O God... she's gone...
My Sarah...
She's gone...
I wanna die...
Stop your goddamn medication...
I wanna die...
Let me die...
Let me fly to my Sarah.
Tell them Sally... tell them.
Daddy must die... please...

Ahhh...
What... what is...?
Pain.
It was pain...
It was pain.
But good pain... good pain.
It's time...
It's time.
Goodbye dear... love you...
Tell Jake, I love him.
But it's time...
I'm waking Sarah...
I'm waking from this dream...
Like you did...
Soon... Ahhh...
Soon I'll be....
Ahhh...
Wit...
Yo...

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