Writing is taking long as fuck at the moment, so have a section from the wip of the continuation of this fic that i'm still working on. Enjoy 💕💕💕💕
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Chase awoke with a start, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as his heart beats like drums in his ears. It's dark, the sky outside only starting to shift from wine-black to blue, the shadows deep and undeciphrable from where they're cast. His skin feels moist with a light layer of sweat, which he lifts himself from to shift to the side of his bed instead while he catches his breath. He turns his gaze to the digital clock on his bedside, the small screen blaring 05:09 AM in bright red. With an exhausted huff, he flops down and turns away, running his hands over his face with a groan. This is hardly the first time a nightmare has woken him up in his life; hell, this is not the first time he's had this particular nightmare, but they have had a sudden increase in frequency in the past week that he hasn't had in over a decade, and he knows exactly why.
For fuck's sake, he thought he was over this. He hasn't had a nightmare in months despite everything, and now they come back to haunt him? All because he was anxious about some reunion he was going to have, with Vitalia of all people? How stupid.
Speaking of, that's today.
Well, no point going back to bed. He pulls himself to his feet and shuts off the incoming alarm for 07:00 AM. He trudges through the darkness of his apartment until he reaches the bathroom, flicking on the light and immediately being met with the burn in his eyes as he's blinded. He hisses like a disturbed cat while rubbing at his eyes and moving to the sink, turning on the cold water and splashing himself in the face with the hopes of rousing himself awake. Hopefully, he'll then be able to kick some sense into himself, to beat the anxiety that comes with seeing one of his old teammates for the first time in nearly a decade. After all, she's not angry at him, so she's not going to berate him like some stupid child, and he will not end the day feeling like the scum of the earth. Not that it sounds like something Vitalia would do anyway. Especially since, again, she insisted up and down that she's not mad, unless, of course, she lied over text.
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Pray that I continue making good progress. I keep thinking of this fic, but not putting thoughts into words, which is a more common occurance with me than you think. 😅
