I dreamed I fucked her again. This time without the ending event, we just fucked and fucked and fucked. I would actually have the same dream not to long after this one. It was a perfect dream, not because it was about fucking, just because I knew one day I could have her. I wasn’t the murderous monster I thought I was, so there was no reason why she wouldn’t be with me. When I woke up I realized this was sort of true.
Unless she outright rejects me, there isn’t anything keeping me from at least talking to her, except for me. I made a mental note of this, when I went back to sleep.