I walked in with her breakfast with only to see Casidy sweating and crying in the corner of our bed. I drop everything on the floor and I practically sprint over and hug her. "It's okay Cas, only a dream," I comforted her as she cried into my shirt. This happened often, almost too often. She looked into my face and I saw how terrified she was. This was bad, in fact this was terrible. She had nightly dreams where she would wake up crying. Usually she didn't look as fearful. "Tell me," I said. She started to talk, "My eyes were wet and closed, then I breathed in slowly. I opened my eyes and saw, I saw everything," she let out a soft whimper and I rubbed her arm so she would feel closer to me, "Bodies. Dead. Dead bodies. All of them. Possibly 100. All of them gone from the world. Then red flashed into my eyes and ... and I woke up." My eyes start to water and I say, "Casidy, I wish I could take your pain and give it to myself. I wish I could take it all away. I want you to be happy. I want you to be free. I love you."
It didn't seem to help because she cried even harder into me and tears started to fall from my own face.
Both Casidy and I had lost our family. Much in different ways. She didn't know what happened to hers, but I knew exactly what happened to mine. They all decided I was worthless and gave me to an orphanage when I was five. I got to move out when one year ago when I was 17. Well, not exactly the correct way but I basically climbed the fence and left. No one actually cared for me there so I thought, better off alone.
I wasn't alone for long. I found a 15 year old girl crying on the side of the road. She wouldn't tell me anything aside from her name.. Casidy. After two months of taking care of her, we both fell in love. She then told me why she didn't give me any information on herself when we first met, she couldn't remember. Reasonable, right. I got a job and raised enough money to buy our small apartment. And that's how we came to be.