"Preston... Preston? PRESTON!"
I shout, my voice raspy. A faded image of Preston stands before me. He stretches his arms out, inviting me to embrace him.
No, I won't do it this time. Every time I go to him, I fall. I dream this every night. And every time I wake up without him.
At least I have Vikk now. He saved me from the wreck of the house. He says when he found me, Preston was gone. I used to cry every night, mourning over the man I had fallen for. But I have to be strong. The little cactus would've liked that.
"Shh. It's okay. Just the nightmare again, love."
Vikk coes as he strokes my hair. My face is buried in his chest. His embrace is warn and he smells good, like, sweet but tangy. I'm shaking but Vikk holds me close.
"It's going to be okay, I promise."
Vikk whispers, trailing off into thought. I close my eyes and drift into sleep in his arms.
I wake once more in the dream. Same as every time. But this time when I turn around there is only a small candle on the ground. I run to it as quickly as possible. The candle flickers. I'm not sure why bit this candle speaks to me as a metaphor. A silent tear runs down my cheek. It falls onto the candle. The candle goes out. I am in the dark once more.
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From The Dust: A TBNRduty Fanfiction
FanficEveryone falls in love. But it can be hard. Especially when you thought you were straight. Preston and Lachlan are in love. But how will they handle things when disaster strikes? Can they stay together? Or will somebody else fall?
