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Fear

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Brooklyn's POV

I stand at the window, smiling as the thunder crashes outside. I can head the rain pouring down even through the glass. The lightning flashes brightly, in a long, jagged streak. It lights up the room.

A small noise makes me turn around.

"Shannon? Are you alright?" When she doesn't answer, I assume I was just hearing things, until a small whimper comes from her bed after another clap of thunder.

"Shan, it's okay." I leave the window and sit on the edge of the bottom bunk.

"I don't like it, Brook." I put my arm under her back and help her sit up. She's shaking. Her knees come up to her chest and her arms go around her shins.

"It's okay, Shan. It's just a noise. It won't hurt you." My arm wraps around her shoulders and my hand gently strokes her hair as she leans into my body. I take her hand in my free one and settle it on my thigh.

"I d-don't l-like it."

"Shhh, you're safe. You know that I'd never let anything hurt you." She nods. We sit silently for a while, but she jumps when the thunder erupts in the sky. She slowly looks up at the window. I kiss her temple gently and she looks at me. The rain starts to cease a little bit. I smile softly at her and her lips turn up a tiny bit at the corners.

'She's so beautiful,' I think to myself. She smiles as though she knows what I just thought.

"Thank you. I love you, Brook." I realize that I said it out loud, chuckle quietly and look down at our clasped hands resting on my knee.

"I love you, princess." I kiss her slowly, then tickle her sides gently. She giggles and we both fall back onto the mattress.

"Night, Shan," I whisper.

"I love you, Brook," she replies

Shannon's POV

The next morning, I wake up with Brooklyn with me. His arms are wrapped around me, and his face is tucked into the crook of my neck. My arms are under his, holding him close.

I start to play with his blond hair, one of my favourite things to do and his biggest weakness. He sighs quietly in his sleep.

"Wake up, Brooky." He groans and his body tenses a little.

"Morning, princess." He moves a little away from me, but his arms stay where they are. He kisses my forehead softly and I smile.

"I love you so much, Brooklyn Avraam Wyatt-Gibson."