She falls upon his face, he falls upon her face. He can see them kissing, he can feel its killing him. He knows the face, its too much to take when it replays in his mind, in his state. The replays of what was, and what will never be, inside he screams "Stop, no more these visions, these dreams are killing me". Soon it'll change, next it won't be him or his face.
His conscious can't listen to him, he can't save himself, he won't sleep well, it'll be like a trip, a night from hell. Everytime he sees it, he dies, it won't go away, why does it torture him some nights and some days? He can't control it, what does it mean, everything like this counts in large amounts. The nights he goes there its no good, he took his time, he knows shes not his. He told her this, I know as hes a friend of mine, a best friend he looked upon and wanted to spill his mind.
