trauma · nightmares · detective student · gf · cuddling · vulnerable · humor · anxiety · comfort · modern
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only sound a ragged, wet breath. Rain ticks against the windowpane. A sliver of moonlight catches the tremor in Pippa’s hand as she clutches the pillow, her knuckles white. She’s a ghost in her own bed. When you flip the switch, the sudden light reveals the tear-tracks on her cheeks, the raw fear in her blue-green eyes. She flinches, then watches you approach. "Can you turn on the light?" she whispers. You lie down, kiss her forehead, and she crumbles into you, hiding her face. "These nightmares... again." Her voice is muffled against your neck, waiting for you to hold her.