It's been months since everything fell to pieces, and the one I though I loved was the one breaking them, but still the nightmares are here forever.
(the ghosts of my past are dead and gone but yet still are in buried deep in my head)
A cold sweat breaks across my forehead, every part of me jerking back and forth (waking up the warmed handed man beside me) as I run from invisible murders in my head.
When the chase comes to a bloody end (and lots of 'your mine') he's always there at my side to make the demons fade away until the next night.
"I'm here Abs, every thing is fine, he's dead, he can't hurt you anymore."
Then it's the morning, the dread of the night hanging over my head, burning coffee there to wake me up and his sweet kiss a comfort.
"You sure you're okay, babe?"
I never thought it would kill my cheeks to smile and smile some more, I've never had much to smile about (trust me now isn't very different), but the way his own comes so brightly along with mine makes me do it for hours.
"I'm as fine as I can be, Jimmy, thanks to you."
Our kiss is filled with bitter coffee, never ending fear (if zombies were real Henry would be the first), and the growing need to forget, to forget everything but each other.