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everyone, this is your reminder that what’s happening in GAZA , LA , CALIFORNIA is inhumane. urgent. and fucking cruel. it’s a crisis. please keep them in your thoughts and never stop spreading awareness.
the media isn’t covering what’s going on right now.
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every single sensation he felt, felt
so realistic and surreal. a strange ache
fills his chest as he recalls how scary it
was to dream of the sight of her
bloodied and kiIIed.
〝 i know, it’s stupid, but… it just felt
so real. i freaked out. 〞
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the moment the space is opened up to
him, he scoots in closer—— but not too
close that the proximity scares her off.
a comfortable closeness that the two
found solace in.
he shoulders stay slumped as he sighs,
his hand running over his face as he ++
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she nods as he speaks、assuming as such. shifting her position on the mattress── knees to her chest、allowing him more space if he wanted.
〝 do you want to talk about it ﹖〞 she questions gently、voice nearly a whisper as if ☞
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thinks of how he wants to say this.
〝 it involved you. i saw you die,〞
he admits bluntly, his voice soft and
trembling as if he were still shaken up
about it. like it felt so real.
he was aware of how silly it seemed,
but everything in it, ++
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he watches silently as she stirs and
eventually fully awakens from her
slumber. a pang of guilt shoots into
his gut, and he’s almost half tempted
to just tell her it was nothing and allow
her to go back to sleep. but he knew
she was more ++
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being a light sleeper is almost a requirement in their line of work、 so the second she feels even the most minuscule dip in her bed she’s rousing from her sleep.
albeit── she is a bit rusty、so it takes her one more second than ☞
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stubborn than that.
he lets out a heavy breath, the weight
of his night terror and stress evident in
the way his shoulders slumped. he was
bound to need a massage at some
point.
〝 i’m sorry… just a bad dream, 〞he
replied to her comment, his voice ++
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