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∴♡All For Love(Bad Era) - Part Two♡∴

*.:｡✿*ﾟSo yes, perhaps this part will fail miserably but...I tried. 
Also...um...so...I would very much appreciate if you could...well give me, shall we say, your review on my books "Raaze" and "Fateful Wonder".
You see, I'm still conflicted as to whether I should delete them or not.
I mean...is it horrible? Should I delete them?
I'm so confused (nothing new XD)

°•ิ.•ஐAnyways, yeah - I'd be most humbled if you would take a little time to tell me what you reckon.

∘◦ ❉ ◦∘Now, moving on...enjoy!∘◦ ❉ ◦∘ 

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"No!" you sit up with a start, gasping heavily as you slowly run your fingers through your hair - coming to terms that you've just had yet another nightmare.

For over a week now, you've been having dreadful nightmares; most of which involve a lot of demonic imagery and sensations. The constant nightmares have instilled a sense of fear in you - fear to fall asleep due to the knowledge that these dreams will haunt you once you drift into slumber. 

Naturally, this has caused you an unhealthy amount of sleep deprivation, in turn, affecting your work as an editor. Your accuracy and skill is not as, shall we say, sharp as before. In fact, you've become quite the recluse as well due to dark aspects of sleep that haunt you ever so terribly.

Surprisingly, Michael has not been deterred by your behavior - in fact, he's become more worried about you; or so it appears that way. He'd even offered to stay with you in your home so that you'd feel a whole lot safer - an offer which you'd happily accepted since you lived alone. More often than not, you'd ask Michael to share your bed with you - although, purely on a platonic basis - because the nightmares terrified you too much.

Of course, Michael had no qualms. He'd only wanted to help.

Or so, you believed.

"Hey," Michael's groggy tone brings you back to reality as he sits up next to you, placing his large hand on your trembling shoulder. "Another nightmare?" he questions softly after a moment of silence.

"Yeah..." you breathe out, closing your eyes momentarily before opening them again. "I don't know what to do anymore," you shake your head in pure frustration. "It's getting worse every night,"

Silence fills the room following your words. A category of silence that seems to describe discomfort; or, shall we say - guilt.

"I'm sorry," you let out an uneasy chuckle. "I guess having you here is doing you worse than it's doing me," 

"Hey.." Michael breathes as he brings you closer to him. "It's fine. You're my employee, actually no - you're my friend and I want to help you," he rubs your back gently. "I don't mind sharing your bed...but I'm sorry that I can't keep the nightmares away,"

"Michael?" you begin after yet another moment of silence.

"Hm?" he responds quietly.

"I want to go see a doctor," you sigh sadly. "I need to figure out whether this is real..or just a figment of my imagination,"

Again, Michael says nothing. All that can be heard is his slightly uneasy breathing. 

"Okay," he says lowly, nodding as he does so. "We'll go tomorrow morning,"