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The dreams have stopped. Justin no longer twitches in his sleep, twisting the sheets in his fingers. Brian doesn’t have to whisper soothing words into his ear, draw him into protective arms, calm him with warm palms and gentle kisses. The ghost of Chris Hobbs has left their bed.
“Just until you’re better,” Brian told him. He could stay until the fear went away. Until he was strong. Until he was whole. Brian pulls the sleeping boy into his arms and watches dust motes dance in the early morning strips of sunlight. He’s not ready to let go just yet. |
Feedback
is always welcome
Severina
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