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He still lives in all her dreams, all her heartbeats. Sweet torture for her lonely nights.
Sam Tyler. What a plain name for such a remarkable person. A constant riddle, a neverending challenge, what with his unusual manners and weird ideas about the future.
In her dreams he never says a word, just smiles sadly and lays his hand upon her growing belly.
The pillow on the right side of the bed still smells of him. Every night, she buries her nose into it and cries herself to sleep.
Thinking of a different time.
Praying till the break of dawn.