Golden orbs stared up at the other with panic in them. He wasn’t seeing Atsuji though. Wha he was seeing was his nightmare. His hands were griping whatever was below him, his nails digging in.
In his nightmare he was being buried alive, his lungs clogging with dirt. No matter how much he screamed it wouldn’t stop. It only increased. In the nightmare he was crying, sobbing. Out in the physical world, tears started to slip down his face.