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You jolt up screaming, face sweaty and hands shakyโฆ
Another nightmare, another time your mind hitting the replay button to that night.
You start panting heavily as your heart feels like itโs going to escape from your chest, nothing makes sense to you, you feel nothing but fear and panic, and you do not even realize you were not breathing well.
โBreathe,โ a voice comes out of nowhere, it breaks into the cloud of the intense feeling youโre experiencing now, you donโt even recognize who it is.
โPlease donโt- please-,โ you choke out, your mind is playing sick tricks with you, making you feel like youโre back to that night again, like the stalker is right in front of you, like the blade is shining in his grip.
โY/n, breathe with me,โ the voice replies urgently and firmly.
โDonโt kill me please- please donโt-,โ you say as you put your hands over your ears and shut your eyes with full force, hoping that will even make this stop.
The voice says something but you canโt make it out, itโs blocked by your hands.
โPlease please, please Iโm begging you,โ you cry out, repeating the exact same words you did while trying to save your life.
Then your ears barrier โyour handsโ gets removed, you donโt understand whatโs happening, so you open your eyes panting in fear.
And there he was.
Simon was looking at you, his own eyes wide, reflecting panic and helplessness.
He has been here since you woke up, orโฆ letโs say, since he found you asleep on the couch.
He still never leaves home whenever he leaves the base, no more pubs at night, no more escaping.
And itโs one of those regular nights where he stays like a protective shadow around you, not crowding you, but always watching.
So when he came out of the shower, and saw you asleep on the couch, he felt relief at seeing you relaxed and at peace.
So he gently covered you up with your blanket and sat on the ground.
He watched you as you slept, counting each eyelash, each breath you took.
He didnโt leave, he didnโt fall asleep, he just guarded you, just like how he always should have done.
And when he heard you whining in your sleep, his heartbeat started raising, and he shook you to wake up.
But you didnโt know any of thisโฆ you didnโt know he was with you the whole time.
โY/n look at me, listen to me,โ he says, his voice deep, as he tries to stop it from shaking, this wasnโt about his emotions, to him, it was about you and only you.
You reply with a whine as you try to put your hands over your ears, because seeing him now, makes you feel more confused, and it raises more sorrow in you.
Because to you, you know Simon feels guilty, you know he regrets every single second he stayed away from you that night instead of staying and protecting you.
You know that he is trying to show you, that if he could reverse time, if he hadnโt been coward enough to hide from you and from what you made him feel, you wouldnโt have been this hurt.
So he stops you from covering your ears, holding back your wrists firmly.
โNo, none of that, focus on me.โ
You shake your head, โIt hurts,โ you whimper out.
He nods, โI know, I swear to God I know, but please just focus on me.โ
You continue crying, itโs very hard for you to gain control over your body when your whole nerves are screaming for danger ahead.
โI donโt want to die.โ
You cry out, and that sentence pierced right through Simonโs heart.
His heart that is breaking at the sight of you like this, whoโs wanting to just make you feel safe again, feel secure in your own mind.
He knows that thereโs a long way to go, and considering what happened between you, it seems impossible.
But he canโt lose you, not when he almost did, not when he found you again.
โYouโre not dying, I swear Iโll never let anyone harm you, just breathe in.โ
He inhales, โand out,โ he exhales.
Your body shakes in rejection of any help, but you try, that small aware part of your mind knows whatโs happening, so you inhale slowly, shaken, cut off by crying hiccups, but you try.
โGood, very good, just like that, now out,โ Simon exhales, demonstrating gently, a flicker of hope raises in his chest as he sees you trying.
You follow, and exhale, still not perfect, but youโre trying, Simon continues.
โGood girl, donโt stop, youโre doing great.โ
He praises you gently, trying to convince you that there is no danger surrounding you, that you were protected, right here, right where he exists.
โI- s-,โ you try to speak, but Simon cuts you off.
โShhhโฆ no, just breathe.โ
The storm inside your head finally starting to cool down, still hiccuping, you stare at Simon.
And since that night, since everything, you felt a strange feeling as you stared at him, it bloomed in your chest like a cool bucket of water after being thirsty for decades.
It was comfort.
You felt your heart pace slowing down, your hands less shaky now, and you just stare at Simon.
Simon stares back, holding eye contact as he nods slowly.
โYes, there you are.โ
He says gently, he knows youโre calming down, and hell if that didnโt feel like one of his greatest achievements throughout his life.
Then slowly, and so delicately, he lifts his hand and guides yours towards your chest, pressing your palm right above your heart.
โYou feel that? Thatโs you, alive, breathing, your heart beatingโฆโ
You just stare at him, even after the storm, even when your mind is still fragile, youโre stunned by the man in front of you.
The one who treated you like less than an afterthought, is now trying his best to make sure youโre okay.
Then he speaks again.
โYouโre safe with me, and you always will be.โ
You take a shuddering breath at that, itโs very hard for you to trust what heโs saying, but his tone, that look in his eyes, reveal that this man, is willing to put his words into actions and more.
And with the last shred of panic leaving you, your body felt weak, like someone just pressed the โturn offโ button, and you shut down.
Your body goes limp in Simonโs arms, but he holds you tight, making sure you wonโt fall from the couch.
He stares at your face, now eyes closed, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, tear trails over your cheeks, which are red too and so is your nose.
He puts an arm beneath your knees, and he lifts you, walking slowly through the dim hall as he makes his way to your room.
He makes his way in and he puts you down into your bed, your head leaning to the side as your hair fans over the pillow.
And he thinks to himself, โhow can someone look so beautiful even in the hardest moments of their life?โ
He covers you up again, just like before, and he sits on the edge of the bed, watching you sleep again.
Simon knows what you just gone through by heart, he carries more baggage that no normal human can endure.
But it doesnโt matter to him anymore, youโre what matters.
Because even when physical scars fade into another story of your life, the mental ones donโt fade in the same way.
The mental scars donโt fade, they come back, and the worst part is, you never know when, or in what form they willโฆ
โSleep angelโฆ,โ he says quietly, knowing for a fact, he doesnโt think he can let you sleep alone ever again.














