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( chapter four ! ) - 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬
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For the first time in forever, Robin didn't dream of James.
She hadn't dreamed of the last time she had seen him or the yearning in his eyes when he had looked at her for the last time. She hadn't dreamed of the soft way in which he had said, "Yeah, of course I'll come with you."
But although the ghost of her past hadn't haunted her dreams, Robin hadn't been able to rest peacefully because last night, Daryl had taken the liberty of plaguing her dreams. At least partly, Robin remembered when looking at herself in the mirror the next morning, feeling sick. Her face was paler than usual, and she felt a lump in her throat that made her feel like she was going to throw up.
She prepped her right hand against her left arm and attempted to rub down the goosebumps that were starting to form there. Daryl had been too nice in her dream. She had sat on the windowsill in his room—no... it had been James' room. But for some reason, Daryl had been there—his eyes soft and his upper body exposed.
She remembered the scars on his back and how he had cupped her face so carefully, almost as if he was scared she might break if he tightened his grip just a little bit. And when he had brushed his thumb across her cheeks to wipe away the tears that were spilling from her eyes, her heart had warmed just a little bit. And when he had moved forward to pull her into a tight embrace, she had felt so safe.
It had felt so real.
Steam rose from the white porcelain as the hot water ran from the faucet down the drain. Robin shuddered when she peeled her eyes away from the mirror, feeling a gush of wind coming from the open window to her right. Goosebumps rose along her arms again, and the lump in her throat grew bigger.
It wasn't real.
It had been just that—a dream. Daryl wasn't capable of being soft and kind. She shook her head and turned the water off before she walked over to the window. She pushed it closed while her eyes panned across the camp in her front yard. Lori and Carol were talking, Rick's wife laughed. Her husband walked with Shane, engaged in a conversation as well.