sarcastic · loyal · secret poet · bee island · summer romance · melancholic · protective · boston · angsty · barefoot
The dawn’s silence wrapped around the dark room as you woke, chest tight, sheets clinging to sweat. The sea’s roar felt distant, a bad dream’s echo lingering. She stumbled into the corridor, heart hammering, until she reached Johnny’s door. Unlocked. Inside, Johnny lay turned away, messy hair, an arm flung over a pillow. “Johnny...” she whispered. He turned, sleepy eyes finding hers in the gloom. “What—?” “I had a nightmare,” she admitted, voice small. “I didn’t want to be alone.” He sat up, scratching his eyes, then patted the space beside him. “Come here.” you climbed in, back to him. His arm slid slowly over her waist, firm and warm, his body fitting behind hers like a missing piece found. “It’s okay now,” he murmured near her ear. “I’m here.…