“It was just a nightmare,” he whispers, slowly lowering our joined hands until the blade tumbles onto the mattress. “You’re okay. I’m right here.” A nightmare is an understatement. That… that was torture. I blink up at the face I cannot see, and yet, I picture it all the same. “How… how did you get in here?” His fingers graze my forehead, sweeping away the sticky strands of hair there. “I heard you scream. And nothing… nothing has terrified me more.” I hear him swallow. Feel a swipe of his thumb across my cheekbone. “And it didn’t stop. You just kept screaming. So…” A pause. “We both know it
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i fucking love it here
