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Tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn't believe herself. It had been nearly a year since that fateful night, yet she was still having nightmares about it. She sat up in bed. Her digital alarm clock read 1:46 AM.
Ran poured outside her window, just like it did the night he was killed. Her boyfriend. Killed. Murdered. The very night he had asked her out. The very night they went on their first date. The very night...it was Valentine's Day.
As another wave of tears overwhelmed her, she decided she would call her current boyfriend. At first, she felt guilty about giving her heart to another boy so quickly, but she realized it was the only way she could cope with the tragedy. She needed someone.
She knew it was never too late to call him. He was always there for her, no matter what time she needed him. Hands trembling, she picked up the cordless phone from the table beside her bed and dialed his number.
He picked up on the third ring. "Hello?" he answered. His husky voice sounded sleepy.
"It's me," she whispered.
"Oh, hey, baby," he replied, sounding wide-awake now. "What's the matter?"
"I had a nightmare again," she said, shuddering through her tears.
"Damn, I'm sorry," he said. "They just keep getting worse, huh?"
"They just seem...so...real," she stammered. "I-I feel as if I keep reliving that night...over and over again..."
"It's okay, baby," he said comfortingly. "Everything's gonna be all right."
"I hope so," she said.
"Do you want me to come over?"
"Yeah," she said, sniffling.
"Okay. I'll Be there in ten minutes."
"Thanks." She hung up.
He kept his promise and was there within a few minutes, dressed looking sexy as usual. She ran into his arms and he hugged her tightly. They sat on her bed, silent, but words weren't needed. He understood how she was feeling, and that just his presence made her feel safer.
As she lay in his arms, she thought, How could this be so right, but still feel so wrong?
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Tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn't believe herself. It had been nearly a year since that fateful night, yet she was still having nightmares about it. She sat up in bed. Her digital alarm clock read 1:46 AM.
Ran poured outside her window, just like it did the night he was killed. Her boyfriend. Killed. Murdered. The very night he had asked her out. The very night they went on their first date. The very night...it was Valentine's Day.
As another wave of tears overwhelmed her, she decided she would call her current boyfriend. At first, she felt guilty about giving her heart to another boy so quickly, but she realized it was the only way she could cope with the tragedy. She needed someone.
She knew it was never too late to call him. He was always there for her, no matter what time she needed him. Hands trembling, she picked up the cordless phone from the table beside her bed and dialed his number.
He picked up on the third ring. "Hello?" he answered. His husky voice sounded sleepy.
"It's me," she whispered.
"Oh, hey, baby," he replied, sounding wide-awake now. "What's the matter?"
"I had a nightmare again," she said, shuddering through her tears.
"Damn, I'm sorry," he said. "They just keep getting worse, huh?"
"They just seem...so...real," she stammered. "I-I feel as if I keep reliving that night...over and over again..."
"It's okay, baby," he said comfortingly. "Everything's gonna be all right."
"I hope so," she said.
"Do you want me to come over?"
"Yeah," she said, sniffling.
"Okay. I'll Be there in ten minutes."
"Thanks." She hung up.
He kept his promise and was there within a few minutes, dressed looking sexy as usual. She ran into his arms and he hugged her tightly. They sat on her bed, silent, but words weren't needed. He understood how she was feeling, and that just his presence made her feel safer.
As she lay in his arms, she thought, How could this be so right, but still feel so wrong?
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