This is lightly based off of one of the most vivid dreams I just woke up from, had to write about it so I won't cry lmao
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You can feel him on your skin, his hands; large and warm and comfortable as they have always been, pressed against your cheeks. Your skin molds between his nimble fingertips and his lips make a pact against your own. Those lips, my god those lips. They're soft and plump and pillowy as they move against your own, like he's exploring every ridge and curve of your pair.
It feels so real, the tickle of his chestnut colored hair against your forearm as your arms drape around his broad shoulders and your hands joining together at the nape of his neck. The feeling of his chest; broad and firm yet soft enough to be comfortable, pressed against yours.
And then in the blink of an eye, he's ripped away. You feel tears stinging your eyes, because he's not there anymore, you're left in the midst and vulnerability of the darkness surrounding you and all you can feel is this horrible ache in the pit of your chest, like something terrible has happened and you have no control over it it-
You wake up gasping, wet, cold tears staining your cheeks and your chest heaving up and down as if you've just run a marathon. Your hands are gripping at the covers so hard your knuckles are white. You look around your dark room, seeing shapes and shadows of clothing or silhouetted dressers that you know for a fact aren't creatures of the night ready to attack you, but you can't seem to shake the very real panic balling itself up inside of your chest.
"Roman." You nearly whisper, fresh tears pooling in your waterline and drifting down the dip of your cheek as a few shaky breaths passing your lips. You immediately scoot back, reaching out towards your bedside table to grab your phone, and yank the charger out of its place before clicking it on.
You press your passcode in with shaky hands and click the Contacts button, Romans name one of the first ones you see. It feels surreal for some reason, that you're here, calling him and preparing to hear his voice. The dream felt so real, it was almost as if someone was ripping away the very existence of him and you know it's a projection of your fears. Fear that he'll find someone better, fear that he'll go back to his old ways, fear that in a way; if Roman is ever with someone else, it might be as if he doesn't exist in your life.
As soon as his voice fills the speakers, you have to resist the nearly inexorable urge to break down, relief flooding throughout your veins. "Hello? It's two a.m, why are you awake?" His voice is deep and sleep filled, groggy and hoarse yet it's never sounded more beautiful to you in this moment. "Can I come over? Please?" He's immediately alert as he hears the tone in your voice, the cracks and breaking and sniffles that follow.
"Of course you can I-is everything ok? What happened? You're not hurt are you?" You squeeze your eyes shut, almost not being able to bear being away from him. You just want to be in his arms, so badly that your skin feels prickly with the absence of his touch. "I just-I had a really good dream, that turned into a really bad dream and I know that's no reason to call you like I'm a baby or something who can't handle nightmares but I just- I need you right now."
