He struggles to keep his eyes open, his energy drained from the previous, sleepless night. He lays his head down, an uneasy expression cast upon his face. His nights are restless, filled with anxiety and terror. As he lays he thinks about what She has done to him, what She has put him through. He recalls all Her tests, all Her little games as a lone tear trails down his cheek. Lost in his oblivion of memories, he does not notice. Another tear, glistening in the dim moonlight makes its way down that same cheek, following a similar pattern of the first. His eyes fall closed as more tears escape from his eyes and flow down his face. He is aware of them now, but hopeless to stop them. He is paralyzed by the truth they hold. Each tear, each small orb of water, holds a memory from his past. He watches his memories fall, fade, and shatter below him. His memories, dark in their looming isolation, soon give way to the dreams that he once held. A final dark, crystalline droplet shatters. This is the last dream he has ever held, his dream of Her.