The Dream that Made Me Cry

This is a a sad dream, I literally woke up crying. ;A; The song that is required to listen too, while reading this, is called "Thank You For Being Born" from the Umineko No Naku Koro Ni visual novel series by 07th Expansion. This song was playing in my dream while the events happened. ;A;

And because this dream was rather sad, I will not be adding a picture at the end like I normally do. It would take away from it, in my personal opinion. 

In this dream, I was an invisible tag-along. No one saw me, nor spoke to me. So I was able to get details down pretty well.

There was a young girl (about my height, and possibly age) who had a very special friend (whom she loved, but was afraid of admitting her feelings to him, because she didn't want to be hurt if he kindly rejected her), and he was in the hospital, being treated for something that was fatal. However, the doctors kept repeating and reassuring her that he would survive and beat the odds.

She clung to this hope, very much so, and would visit him every day. Eventually, the weeks turn into months, and she had signed up to go to a convention with him. She had decided to not go, and was going to spend the time with him. However, he was adamant that she went to enjoy herself (they paid the money, might as well go, right?) so she went, (cosplayed as a mix of brown-haired Miku (VOCALOID) and Meiko (VOCALOID)

Hatsune Miku 

Meiko

and enjoyed herself a lot. Of course, she checked in with her friend, making sure that she spent plenty of time talking to him (somehow the hospital allowed the usage of cellphones) while not in a panel room or wandering around. Well, while she was there she got him his favourite character plushie. I don't recall the character, but she knew that her friend would love it unconditionally. She thought, "I can give this to him on his birthday, or when he gets out of the hospital! What a great idea!"

When she got back, after telling him (he was pretty excited that she was coming back, and told her that he had something to tell her) that she would visit him first thing when she got back, she was pretty amped, with the plushie hidden in her bag. When she arrived at the hospital, she realized something was... off. There was something different about the place, but she couldn't put her finger on it. The doctors saw her, and instantly went silent.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concern written on her face and you could tell that she knew something had gone wrong.

"I'm sorry," one of the doctors said, "but your friend passed away overnight. You can still see him if you want."

She was distraught to the point that at the funeral, they had given her tranquilizers so that she could get through it. For weeks afterwards, she was constantly visiting his grave -- no one could console her, or tell her to move on. Her smile was gone, and her eyes were just filled with unimaginable sadness.

A month passed, and people realized after a few days that she stopped showing up to school (she went to a community college). There were many people questioned, and many people were worried. Soon after, there was a call from the graveyard. The caretaker had found her, leaning against the tombstone of her friend, a plushie in her lap and a smile on her face.

Later, the autopsy report said that she had died from a broken heart, and she was then buried next to her beloved.

Her tombstone read:

R.I.P. Cherish
Friend to many, Special to one.

The plushie was also buried with her, per request of her parents, who knew how attached their daughter was to it.