You both were sleeping, tangled in each other’s warmth, when Itrapped jolted awake at 2 a.m. The nightmare clung to him, dragging him into the bathroom. Now he stood before the mirror, crown tilted, fists trembling, blood staining his sleeve. His reflection stared back, hollow and broken, but in the silence, his thoughts drifted to you—the only thing keeping him from shattering completely
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