“tell me how to make it better.”
post - trauma sentence starter | @ai-kira
“tell me how to make it better.”
he doesn’t know how long he’s been awake for or how long he’s been staring at the ceiling fan whirl & whirl in continuous motions but he thinks it’s been a good while because he remembers it being dark when he awoke and now it was beginning to slowly, but surely, get lighter in the room. blinking to clear his thoughts, he shifts to the side and is met with the sleeping figure of kira, her light bangs softly displaying over fair features. for a second he thinks of brushing her bangs aside but before fingertips could touch them, he stops. even if the sun was was beginning to rise, he didn’t want to wake her up. with that in mind, he begins to retreats his hand and although he was careful to not make a lot of noise, breath stills upon seeing lashes flutter open. she’s not fully awake but the soft pinch between brows and the light, squinty confusion in her eyes is enough to let him know that she was doing her best to try and understand why he was awake so early in the morning.
she shifts, reaches out a hand to pull him closer from the nape of his neck and murmurs still sleepy words. ‘tell me how to make it better.’
he’s sure she’s two-thirds asleep and the rest of that one-third is her unconscious mind speaking & moving on its own, and he’s sure that if he were to tell her of this later in the day, she wouldn’t remember any of it. but still, warmth thrums over his chest from her words so complying to her touches, he shifts only a bit so as to plant a chaste kiss atop her head. he thinks of his trauma and memories, thinks of his sleep disorder and tiredness, thinks of the many times he’s awoken with fear and hyperventilation chasing away at his heart, and the many times he’s gone without sleep or how sleeping pills were never quite affective. he’s still got it all, sure, but ever since he and kira began to live under one roof and began to share a bed, he finds that it all has drastically decreased in terms of roughness. he still has the sleepless nights and nightmares but…
taking in her sleeping figure, he can’t help but let an extreme fondness take over light eyes before closing them and curling into her embrace. “ you’ve already done lots to make it better, silly…” & he means it because what would have taken hours for him to find sleep when he so desired took only minutes in her presence.
