Nightmares
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Her easy confidence grates on his nerves. That arrogant, self satisfied way she carries herself, the familiarity she dares greet him with.
Hands curl into fists at his side. His name in her mouth sounds warped, syllables twisting into something ugly. He hates it, hates how he detests his own name in that moment.
She stands and he can’t fight the tremors wracking atrophied muscles. His body is still weak from his time locked in the dream, and it takes every ounce of strength not to sink into the nearest chair.
Brown eyes snap up to her own, defiant to the last. No, his years haven’t been peaceful. He’s fought and won yet another war. Grown older while his friends have only aged mere months.
He will not cry.
“You don’t deserve anything from me. Stay the hell away. You wear my friend’s face but you will not fool me.”
> @fellincantation