May.

Beginning

[May?....May?...May? Where are you?...May?]

"Babe, babe, wake up, wake up" I heard a voice say.
I opened my eyes and noticed May with a concerned look on her face.
I turned to look at the clock. 1:23 A.M.
Six and a Half hours until I have to be at work.

"Babe, are you okay?" She asked
"Yeah May, I'm fine, why u ask?" I responded.
"You were shaking, and moving around a lot and you were sweating a lot too, so I got concerned and I tried waking you up but you never did, I thought you went into shock again."

Her voice was shaky. She had the blanket covering her chest as if she was naked under there. She probably was, she doesn't tend to put her clothes back on after sex.

"I'm sorry I scared you babe. Just a nightmare" I responded stroking her face. Wiping the tear that was about to come down her face.
"May I know what the nightmare was?" She asked.
I hesitated.
"No love, I don't want you to worry to much." I responded.
"Okay babe. I'm sorry to ask again." She said with a disappointed tone of voice.
"Come here love" I said as I pulled her naked body towards mine. She cuddled up right next to me. Holding me tightly. "You don't have to worry about anything okay love? I'm always gonna be here by your side, I love you May"
"Okay" She said as she held me tighter. "I love you too babe" As her voice faded a little.

Sure enough, like she always does, she fell asleep quickly while holding me. Her hair scattered all over my chest. I love playing with her hair. I absolutely adore it. Black hair with Red tips, down to half her back but always wore it in a bun, been like that ever since I could remember.

Her grandfather said that she never would fall asleep as quickly as she falls asleep while holding me. That's what happens when you've been with someone for  4 years I guess.You get so used to them that you don't wanna let them go. Maybe that's why she has me sleep over so much now. I spend more time here at her house than I do at mine. Even then when I'm at my house she texts me until we both fall asleep. Maybe she's still shooken up by the events of her senior year. But still that was almost 4 years ago. Anyway.

(Poor baby. She needs me In her life. More than she needs Anyone else. But how?. How can I tell her about this nightmare I've been having for the past month without breaking her heart? Does it really mean anything? Surely it does because it reoccurring. But I'm afraid of what she'll think. I can't tell her. I refuse. I won't hurt my Princess.)