James didn't know a lot about the troubled side of Hahnna's past, but he did know what a nightmare looked like. He'd seen his sister have far too many of those. Softly, he ran a hand through Hahnna's hair, just like his mum used to do for him. "Shhh... it's okay... you're okay..."
It’s Just a Nightmare|| @illicreatxm
Hahnna lived for so long thinking her dreams with blurred faces were just that: dreams. She dreamed of a woman, who’s face was unrecognizable to her, being brutally killed in front of her, and Hahnna herself ending up extremely injured. It was so much easier to handle that nightmare when it was just that. A nightmare. Now the face was unblurred, and it was a memory. And that mysterious woman was her mother.
Hahnna hadn’t expected James to walk in during her late night meltdown. In fact, she hadn’t expected anyone to walk in at all. She was too busy crying to actually make any comments, just appreciating his presence for those few moments. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Hahnna tried to speak but the tears forced only hiccups out of her. “I’m fine, I’m okay don’t-don’t worry about it.”