An email from Alison.

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For some reason emailing you before you email me seems like giving in, but since I know you won't contact me first, I'm just going to go ahead and open the lines of communication.

I hate caving, but I want to talk to you. Even though you can make me feel like shit, you're the only one that can make me feel better. Since I won't be sleeping at all tonight I would sincerely appreciate it if you would talk to me until you decide you need sleep.

I had a dream last night in which I contracted some very rare and deadly disease with no known cure. I was incapacitated. You, being on vacation somewhere (probably New York), texted me continuously but received no reply. You texted Brian to see if I was angry at you or if something was going on in our family. Brian did not respond either. Finally, you got your mother to call my mother. My mom told your mom about my illness, and your mom told you. You got really upset and demanded that you fly back to North Carolina at once so that you could be with my in what were likely going to be my last moments. When you arrived at my hospital bed, you were crying. This is going to sound awful, but I felt absolutely thrilled that you were crying because it meant that you really did care about me. My death was a tragedy to you. You stayed with me until I ultimately died.

I don't know why I decided to share that dream with you, but I felt like I should.