Usually, he could hold them back. He could lock the memories, the feelings, into a tiny corner of his mind, where they couldn't bother him as he went about his life. Things were even better when she was around, because he had no reason to think of the pain and fear in his past at all. All he had to do was concentrate on her, run his fingers over her skin and through her hair.
But she couldn't always be around, and he wouldn't dare ask her to spend more dangerous time with him. He'd simply have to be content with getting up at two in the morning and slipping off to the training areas whenever the thoughts resurfaced. Pounding them away into the punching bag, running until he felt like his heart would explode in his chest, and then jogging back home, to fall asleep so exhausted that they couldn't bother him again.
And she never stayed away for long. He could always count on seeing her again, even if he hated to rely on her this way.
Definitely not my best. Had a hard time getting into either of their heads this time, but at least it's something, yeah?