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I never thought I would let myself get so close to another person the way my friend Dominic Cobb did. And I also never expected to lose that person the exact same way.
Till death do us part…
It tightens my gut every time I stop to think about how literal those words are to me, at least given my situation.
It was Eames, he was the one I had and lost. I’d lost him the same way Dom had lost Mal all those years ago. Now I know what it was like for him, except I’m the one who’s grieving.
The thought that the death would finally make me see how important Eames was to me is cruelly ironic.
Why did this have to happen just when we were growing closer?
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Sometimes, it seems like he’s still in the room with me. It’s frightening and most nights I find myself sleeping with the light on. When I manage to fall asleep, all I see is his face.
Whenever it happens I find myself wanting to die, just to be closer to him.
The drugs; I’ve convinced Yusuf to put me under. I’m lying there in a dark room along with all the other people for whom the dream is real. I don’t care about how long I’ll fall asleep for, because all I want to do is be near to him.
My eyes feel too heavy for my body, but somehow I manage to open them. I’m in a different room this time, and my vision is blurred but I can still see him looking down at me.
“Wake up, darling,” he says.
“Eames?”
“I’m glad you’re here,” he tells me. “You’ve kept me alive by holding on”.
I think I’ll stay here for a while…