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Caden did as well, curling up against her. |
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Caden drifted off, welcoming rest. |
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He had a few nightmares of recent doubts, awaking with a jolt. His heart beat too fast--his breathing too shallow. Caden stumbled out onto the balcony, gripping the railing as he sucked in cold lungfulls of air. What was the nightmare, you may ask, and I shall answer. A knife in his hand. A bleeding out figure at his feet. Emily's face on the figure. Crying out for him to stop. |
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Emily woke, walking to him. "You alright?" |
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He flinched at her words, looking back and the figure flashing before his eyes again. Caden just nodded, not able to look at her the same. |
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"No, you didn't do anything, I promise." He murmured, turning back around and walking to her. Caden pecked her lips, arm lingering around her waist. "C'mon, let's get some sleep." |
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"Can you sleep right now?" |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
