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She shakes, sweat covering her face. I watch for a minute, remembering when she told me not to wake her up if she gets like this. Instead, I wrap my hands around hers. They feel cold and clammy. She shoots up, her eyes already brimming with tears.
I collect her into my arms, relief washing over me. She cries and cries. I don't ask her about it. She never likes talking about it. I don't mind, really. She surprises me by kissing me. I kiss her back, promising to be by her side. Lately, her nightmares have only involved me. I feel like I'm the problem.
"I love you, G/N."
Totally not the problem.
"I love you too, Y/N. Come on, let's go back to bed."
She nods, resting on my chest. I stroke her hair, watching she falls asleep. I smile, not caring that I won't sleep, instead focusing on her soft breathing and the fact that she's here, with me.
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