The Broken Road

"Brian slow down i managed to breathly give out."
"Come on!" He yelled back at me. His voice was like knives in the wind. Only i would understand. The butterflies he gave me was unbelievable.
Suddenly he disappeared, with a gun shot in the background i gasped fearfully.
"Brian!" No answer.
Before i could speak another word a hand grasped around my lips.
"Hey you sweet thing."
I sat up sweating a waterfall.
These dreams have to stop.