A/N: Darkfic for the masses. Summary and title both ganked from the My Chemical Romance song "Early Sunsets over Monroeville"
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Early Sunsets
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Some nights Yura wakes up screaming.
She can't stop it.
She didn't even start it.
Yura's mother had always told her that real women don't have bad dreams. Ever.
She had never questioned her mother.
But the things she had seen over the past few months were enough to make any woman, real or not real (what in the world was an unreal woman?), have bad dreams.
He doesn't wake up when she screams.
Maybe he never sleeps and just doesn't open his eyes.
He's a different man than the one she had met years before.
As much as sometimes she'd like to, she cannot leave him for fear that the things she has seen (done) will come back to her.
She sits up, clutching her heart (did she still have it?) and shaking.
Once in a while, he opens an eye and grabs her arm. "You'd better lie down."
And she listens.
Yura might never speak of the things she's seen him do. She's helped him do. The dreams and the guilt are one things.
Because if he knew she couldn't handle this (or if she ran), he'd make damn sure he woke up next to her pretty little corpse.