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Another one š³š³
Summary:
Cypherās used to nightmares; the kinds that leave you unable to breathe once woken up, body trembling and muscles tense. Unable to speak, move, able to do nothing but lay in his bed, wishing he could just melt into his mattress and disappear, hoping his blankets will swallow him whole.
He doesn't think he'll ever get better- doesn't think he deserves it, not after what he's done, and yet a single day spent with Omen and Sova somehow convince him that maybe, perhaps, he's worth more than his past.










