Ron and I were going to bed, not that I was getting any sleep, especially after the war, the war changed everybody.
I must've fallen asleep, because I woke up screaming, I felt Ron jolt awake, and I didn't want to wake him.
"I'm sorry I woke you up"
"Do you wanna talk about what happened?"
"It's not real anymore, I just need to get my head around that little fact"
"Lexa, it's ok to say that you're not coping with this"
"It's nothing that I haven't dealt with before Ron"
"That doesn't make it ok Lexa"
Ron wrapped his arms around me, which felt nice, I felt a lot safer in his arms too.
"What about you Ron?"
"What about me?"
"How are you coping with all this?"
"Nightmares are terrible but I think that's expected after the war"
"I think we'll be OK as long as we have each other"