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'Hui jerked awake with a strangled scream spilling through his lips. He clamped a hand over his mouth as soon as he was aware he that was making noise, but a panicked whimper still slipped through. He scrambled to sit up, pushing at the blankets covering him, suffocating him, and tried to remember how to breathe.' Or, when Hui's awake the memory of his solitude can fade like a bad dream, but once he's asleep he can remember it all too well. He's not alone anymore, though.

Just a collection of one shots and such that come to mind.