by midnighttherapy
Once midnight, I had a dream. In that dream, there is one rule to survive.
"You have to be picked out as the person who matters the most by the people that you have around you."
I thought I'd survive in my dream because I have many friends.
But,
in my dream,
I saw them walking pass me,
emotionless face looking guilty.
They picked out the person,
that matters to them the most,
just not me.
When I woke up the next day, my face was wet, covered in tears.
Though it was just a dream, but that's how much my friends mean to me.
I don't mean to depend on them like this.
I am just scared and I don't want to be left alone.