One shots
DPOV
Nightmares. I still had them. Although a lot less frequent than before. They still haunted me. I meant it when I told Rose I could forgive myself, but that did not make the nightmares any better. They were vivid and vial. And always ended with me being staked by Rose. I would wake up screaming and thrashing, but she would always be there to comfort me.
She would pull me into a hug, and stroke my hair, knowing she did not have to say anything. She just knew I needed her there. After a while I would lay back down and pull her to me and fall asleep to the soft breaths that would come out of her. I would focus on her. The way her hair smelled, the way she tasted, the way she moved and laughed.
No the nightmares weren't going away but at least I knew they were not real. I knew that even though I had done those terrible things, I would never ever do them again. And in a way those nightmares reminded me of how far I had gotten.
Those nightmares would slowly turn into dreams. And I would be able to put the past in the past.