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P.O.V Angelina
I can't scream.
I can't seem to catch a full breath. Each inhale comes in short gasps. My chest feels constricted, my throat closing up on me. I'm attempting to shout, but I'm silenced by wheezing. I'm thrashing my arms and legs, desperate for air, but the struggle seems endless.
No one can hear my cries. The silent agony of my impending demise remains hidden, a deep void of suffering within my chest. The unbearable pain fills me, overwhelming every fiber of my being. Each breath is a battle, a struggle against the suffocating weight of despair. The darkness creeps in, the air escaping my lungs in desperate whispers, a silent plea for release from this torment and I can't breathe, I can't,
I can't breathe-
"Angelina! Angelina, wake up, wake up!"
I bolt upright, the sudden movement causing me to double over. I gasp in air with such intensity, each breath deep and harsh, as if I've been deprived for too long. Overwhelmed by the rush of oxygen into my lungs, I find myself speechless, consumed by the urgent need to inhale as much as I can, my body fighting to replenish what was lost.
Every part of me trembles, my skin alternating between clammy heat and chilling cold in rapid succession. I struggle to find balance, unable to halt the silent cascade of tears. The nightmare clings to me like a shadow, the memory refusing to be shaken off, haunting my every thought and movement.
I can't stop gasping for air.
Nicolas hands tenderly cradle my face, the comforting warmth of his touch easing the turmoil within me. Gradually, I sense my racing heart beginning to steady its frantic pace. "Look at me," his gentle voice urges.
I muster the strength to meet his gaze, my body quivering as I struggle to regain control of my breathing.
"It's alright," he murmurs, his hands still cradling my face gently. "It was only a dream," he reassures me, his voice a soothing balm. "Take deep breaths," he encourages, nodding in affirmation. "That's it, you're safe," his words flow softly, a melody of comfort and care that envelops me in its warmth.
Locked in his gaze, I resist the urge to blink, fearing the return to the haunting visions of my nightmare.
"I'll stay here with you," he assures me, his unwavering presence a source of comfort. "No rush, take all the time you need," he murmurs reassuringly, offering me the space and support to navigate the lingering shadows of the night.
I shut my eyes, sensing my heartbeat gradually returning to a calm rhythm. The tension in my muscles eases, my hands finding stability. Despite my efforts to contain them, tears continue to flow down my cheeks unchecked. Then, a wave of overwhelming fatigue washes over me, causing my body to weaken, unable to support itself any longer.
