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"We're home!" Garroth called out to his younger brother. Worry washed over him when he didn't get a reply.

"Zane?" He made a dash up the stairs and to the closed door of his brother's bedroom. He knocked on the wood but once again got no response.

Opening the door, Garroth's eyes fell upon Zane who was passed out on his bed. Sighing, the blonde walked over to his brother, removing the shoes that Zane had failed to take off.

"Sleep well," the older male mumbled, pushing the raven hair away from Zane's face.

Though Garroth really wanted Zane to sleep well, he couldn't.

Nightmares were always found when Zane shut his eyes and rested his head.

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