aidan
he doesn't bolt upright or shake or scream. his eyes open slowly despite the fact that he had a nightmare about what happened only five hours ago.
somehow everett senses it, and is next to him in an instant, holding him, pulling aidan's face against his chest as he cries.
he could have died, he could have died, he could have died.
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the recovery project [2]
Short Storyit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.