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Dream/Nightmare Meme || NIGHTMARE.
The lightning and thunder fought valiantly to compete with the crashing of the waves. The sea was wreaking vengeance and it had a score to settle with the earth. Emma was covered in a mix of the pounding rain and the sea spray but she was frozen still. Only feet from her, the man only visible by the lightning flashing off of his impossibly blonde hair. This couldn’t be happening, this wasn’t real. He was dead. So dead. Clary herself had tossed the ashes into Lake Lyn -- the redhead had told her as much.
But there he was.
The girl felt her stomach tighten into that familiar icy block that always came before a battle and crawled its way up her spine. Left hand shot back behind her, reaching for her ever-present companion only to have fingers close on air.
That brought an entirely different form of cold. A helplessness that seeped right into her very bones.
The beach, the storm, the lack of Cortana, she was alone and he was real. Sebastian was back.
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Emma bolted straight out of her bed, still half stuck in the dream, it didn’t seem to matter. She seemingly flew across the floor -- probably had something to do with the fact that her bed sheets were wrapped around her feet. Sliding on her stomach across her bedroom floor, hands stretched out and closed over her beloved sheath. She yanked the weapon to her chest and forced herself into a sitting position pulling the sword out to look it over and ensure it was real.
For the second time in her life, Emma Carstairs hugged the weapon tightly to her chest. Ice was still running through her veins. Yet her skin was hot and was completely covered in sweat. The heartbeat that pounded in her ears and against her rib cage rivaled the thunder in the dream.
But it wasn’t true, it couldn’t be. Sebastian was dead -- he was gone and he couldn’t come back. Sebastian is dead.
