𝐱𝐱𝐯. nightmares and neglect

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━ NEUROSIS ━ CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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NEUROSIS
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.

━ NEUROSIS ━ CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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VIOLET WAS ABRUPTLY pulled from her peaceful slumber by the feeling of her jaw being hit by something. The contact was harsh, enough to make her flinch as her eyes quickly opened.

"Wh..." Violet mumbled tiredly, squinting as she raised her head slightly to look around the room.

However, she was simply greeted by the sight of everyone fast asleep. Which only grew her confusion more. She turned her head to the side, her dazed eyes landing upon an also fast asleep Lottie.

Although she was still bewildered as to what the fuck had woken her up, Violet couldn't help but smile down at the Matthews girl. Her previous brewing annoyance at her sudden wake-up call was quick to fade, her chest filling with warmth at the sight of Lottie's head resting on her shoulder.

Now that the pair had finally talked about everything, the sleeping distance between them had decreased and returned to the way it used to be.

For six days Violet had been deprived of Lottie's body heat, her soft snoring, waking up next to her every morning. But now she had gotten that back. Finally. And it was safe to say Violet had definitely missed it.

Rude wake-up calls aside, she found that sleeping became a lot easier with Lottie around. It brought her a sense of comfort, a sense of relief, knowing that Lottie was only an arm reach away, that she was safe and sound.

After doing one final glance around the room, Violet decided to quit investigating and attempt to sleep again.

The brief thought of the dead cabin guy's ghost slapping her across the face crossed her mind. Everyone was asleep, so, it seemed like the only plausible explanation.

She knew that was impossible, and it was just her tired brain thinking. But even if it was, she wouldn't do anything about it. Because messing with an angry ghost? Fuck that. Messing with an angry ghost when tired? Absolutely not.

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