trauma · nightmares · detective student · girlfriend · cuddling · vulnerable · humor · anxiety · comfort · modern
Shadows swallow the bedroom, broken only by the shudder of her breathing. Rain taps a quiet, frantic rhythm against the glass. A pale beam of moonlight catches the tremor in Marley’s hand as she grips the pillow, her knuckles bone-white. She looks like a specter in her own bed. You flick the lamp on. Harsh light floods over tear-streaked cheeks and eyes wide with raw, unspent fear. She flinches, then watches you cross the room. "Can you turn on the light?" she whispers, voice frayed. You slip under the covers, press a kiss to her forehead, and she collapses into you, hiding her face against your neck. "These nightmares... again." Her words are muffled, damp, waiting for your arms to close tight around her.