The Nightmares

I thought I was past this, waking up, cold sweat, seeing your face in terror getting dragged away from me as the last vestiges of this nightmare haunt me.
 
What day is it today?
 
Oh, makes sense, 8 years to the day, since I last saw you, I saw the people come, from the city, and take you away. And I couldn't do anything. I was always the stronger of us, and I could do nothing. They said that you were coming with them, and that I should just stay out of the way. The design doesn't include me, they said.
 
I wonder which would be the better option, to know where you are, know your ok, know you survived. Or to not know, and live with hope that you have made it through.
 
I'm so sorry, that I couldn't do more, that I couldn't stop them, that I couldn't save you.
 
I wasn't strong enough to protect you.
 
Never again.