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Your muse comforting mine after a nightmare.
It had all been so real. The amount of blood and bodies torn into and apart. All because of him. It wasnât the first time heâd had a nightmare in a similar vein, but nothing this intense before. Nothing that had him shaking, sweating, and physically ill. . Had it been a nightmare? There was a panic, even more than before, as he tasted blood in his mouth, and the thought that this might have been real hit him. Aidan stood from the bed, needing to know whether or not heâd done the unthinkable. Stopping the first person he saw when he stepped out of his apartment in the middle of the night, he couldnât stop shaking âWh- Did I kill everyone? I think I killed everyoneâ











