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So, I've decided to continue this fic. This chapter is mostly a dream, and take it from someone who knows, pain does do that to your head. This is in Athrun's POV.
Anyway, on with the story.
Pain prickled through his body, it always hurt more at night. When he'd eventually gotten to sleep, he'd found himself lost in a nightmare.
Leering faces loomed out at him from a blanket of darkness. He couldn't make them go away, couldn't blot them out. He whimpered as the fog of faces grew tighter, boxing him in. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, the temperature dropped alarmingly. His knees gave out and he crumpled. There was no way out.
The fog moved tighter still, freezing breaths drifted down his spine. Tendrils of mist brushed his body, icey hands reaching out to grip his arms, some even stroking his neck. Their deadly caress caused him to crumple further, until he was curled in a ball with his hands over his head.
Then, out of nowhere, a pair of warm hands gripped his shaking shoulders. Red hair brushed his face. Panting, he clung to the warm form, which was now cradling him. Without thinking, he cried out her name. She hugged him tighter, the fog of faces drew back, its icey hands finally left his neck. He relaxed into her arms, his breathing easing.
Safe, he was safe, with her, with Meyrin.