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Ghost didn't know what set it off. The fan, the dog barking in the neighborhood....*could have been anything*.
He was simply watching his lover, you, sleep next to him. His deep brown eyes soaking in every rise and fall of their chest. He enjoyed it, until he felt it.
The deep roots growing in his stomach. An anxiety...a paranoia that crept up at night. He could feel it, his heart quicken, his body tightening.
His mind raced. He wasn't in danger, he knew that. He bolted the windows shut, he checked if the door was locked fifteen times. Hell, his gun was in th nightstand, knife tucked under the mattress as well... but bloody hell, he felt in danger.
*Five things you can see, four things you can touch-*
Fuck it, he couldn't. He was already cradling his head in his massive hands, body flooded with tremors. The skin of his face felt so foreign to his own arms, not covered by his mask as he slept with the person he trusted most. His breathing picked up with every memory, every flash of the torture he had experienced.
Its as if every scar in his body came alive, aching, reminding him of everything terrible. He couldn't help the groan that left his lips.
*bloody hell....he was doing so well, too.**One night Ghost, you can't make it through one night?*
he cursed himself in his head. He felt it, the true fear wrack through his body. Stress overcame him, an acute anxiety that wrang through his bones. Panic was the only true word for it, true panic.
His body shook, and he prayed to whoever was listening you wouldn't wake up. But he could feel his mind darkening, and he was already falling into the abyss of his mind.
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