After war

Cold feet?

I wake up screaming. I'm sweating profusely, the common room was dark and the only other person there was Reece. He hears my scream and runs over. He sits me up comfortingly.
"Hey, hey hey hey! Calm down, everything's okay." He says running his hand up and down my spine. I'm hunched over with my head in my hands. I feel ashamed. I'm in my fourth year at wizarding school and I can't even control a bad dream? I sit up and take a deep breath.
"What is it? What happened?"
My eyes still sparkling with tears, I tell him all about the dream and the reality.
"I don't know who it was!" I say defensively when he asks who did it.
"Their face was covered," I continue,
"In the dream." I add sceptically.
"In, in the dream? Only in the dream or when it happened?" He presses sternly.
"I don't remember! Okay? I don't remember, you think I would you know, but...but I, I don't!" I say standing up. I run my fingers through my messy hair and I pace, trying to hold back the tears.
"I want to! I really really do Reece! I want to know who killed my brother!" I sit back down and sob into my hands. My fave completely bare. Bags growing heavier under my eyes. Warm salty tears trickle down my cheeks, Reece puts his arm around me and holds me close. With his other hand he grabs one of mine and squeezes it. He kisses the top of my head. I sin round and pull him into a tight hug. My body starts to shake as I break down. My body gives in and I can't stop. Little do I know Kalem was standing on the stairs his blue eyes swimming with tears. And his heart braking for the second time.