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Monday, May 8th, 2017. 7:30 AM.
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A slight breeze blew in swaying the light grey curtains I had over my window. The fresh air caressed my cheek as I laid on my back staring at the ceiling, willing myself to get up. Most days I'm okay, the darkness doesn't loom over my shoulder as often, I've learned to manage my life without him even if it's something I hate doing.
My toes curl against the cool silky fabric of my sheets, and I sigh knowing I can't lay here too much longer, but I shut my eyes relishing in the free time I have- if just for a few moments more. Suddenly, a car backfires outside my window, and my breathing quickens, my muscles tightens, and my heart nearly bursts from my chest. My breath comes in quick gasps as flashes of that night burst in front of my tightly shut eyes. I can still smell the burning and hear his screams. It won't get out of my head- his body lifeless on the ground, the feeling of his hair between my fingers as I had removed debris from his locks.
There's stirring behind me, and an arm tightens around my waist, I can feel his body heat as he pulls me close and then suddenly it's gone, and I whimper.
"Hey, calm down," He shifts on the bed and leans over me his breath hot on my cheek as he talks me through my panic attack.
"Relax, good. You're safe." His voice pulls me from the horrible memories, and I pry my eyes open to his cool blue ones staring down at me, his brow slightly furrowed.
A hand caresses my cheek for a few more moments until my breathing is back to normal and I smile at him.
"Hey," He greets.
"Hi."
"It's good to have you back, Annie."
His warm lips place a kiss to my forehead before he gets up from bed tugging on his pajama pants and then coming over to my side. He helps me sit up and offers the glass of water next to my bed. I sip it and hold the thin sheet to my chest before taking the t-shirt he's offering me. Once I have it over my head, I realize it's his, huge, warm and his warm cinnamon scent entirely takes me.
"That's the second one this month. Should you go see Dr. White?"
"No, I'm okay; I think I'm just nervous about the interview." I offer.
His dark blonde brows come together as he thinks over my answer hands resting on his hips. I take in his stable, muscular figure and the small love bite on his collar bone.
