It's just a dream. A dream. Just a dream. Nothing to worry about. Just a dream.
I wake tied up, tied to a chair. When I move, I feel the rope burning into my skin, like how it feels when you get nail polish remover in a cut. A figure lurks in the umbra of the shadow. No. This is my worst nightmare, Nyctophobia. The only thing distinguishing the person from the wall is a colour, a brown against grey, muddy brown, almost red. My brain decides to stop autopiloting my breathing, leaving me to mess with speed, and depth. This is what a panic attack feels like.
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Waiting for the sun (Leondre Devries)
FanfictionBook 1 Leondre likes this girl. She looks past the dark clothes and smiles. She sees cracks and instead of masking over, let's her light shine through. 'I don't wanna waste away our love' 'I think we'll be alright, waiting for the sun.' 'A thousand...
