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╰ ゜ • * . ( WAKING FROM A NIGHTMARE / THOMAS )
sleep has been one of his fewer concerns but the impact on him is grave. reality ? dream ? what’s real anymore . . why is he having such a hard time trying to figure it out. dark circles grow heavier , they all think he should take a break and off he goes. sitting on his own , silent , whiskey hues wandering over waves that lull him to sleep and he’s back. running , screaming the words ‘ no ‘ continuously , shoulders shaking as if he’s restrained and immediately his hands ball into a fist. suspended , as if he couldn’t move . . insides churn as he couldn’t breath. right before it ended, he could feel hands wrapped around his shoulders and the moment his eyes open ? he springs forward, shoving the closest person away. he doesn’t realize it but as soon as he does ? it’s thomas. ❛ t -- thomas ! ❜ surprised , the rest , even more as he looked stressed. ❛ i’m sorry , i didn’t --- i didn’t mean to, ❜ limbs extend forward, helping him up, apologizing again. ❛ sorry. ❜
















