Silence. Birds are chirping. A sound of life engulfs my senses. Sweet familiar scent and a warm soft blanket are making me reluctant to open my eyes, slowly lulling me back to sleep. Still, I manage to slowly open my eyes as the light painfuly passes my heavy eyelids and blinds me. Through the blurriness i recognise his figure. His chest slowly moving up and down as he is softly breathing. "He is still asleep"- I mumble- "How charming..." My hand reflexively moves away the hair from his forehead and I can hear him painfuly mumble through his sleep: "No...No...The blood...Guillotine... Y/N run!" He is having a nightmare. My heart aches as I'm seeing him in wincing in pain. I gently tap his shoulder and he jolts from his dream. "Huh..." - he rubs his eyes - "Y/N are you awake?"
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Albert Camus x Reader
FanfictionThis is kind of going to be a really weird random story about reader and Camus' relationship. I hope you enjoy it.
