He called me and was scared and didn't know where he was. I figured out which hospital he was at from the background noises, and as I got there he was just sneaking out (in a red hoodie).
I could tell he didn't recognise me but I gave him such a hug anyway, even as I did so I was thinking this must be a dream because I knew he was gone. Then I took his hand and started walking him home, and was talking about all the things we would do, and how I would take care of him, and then I noticed my hand was empty and he was gone.
And I thought it was better this way, that I was glad he had gone so quickly, but that a little bit of him was still alive in me.
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