Darling,
eighteen
She sits up, holding her head in her hands, letting out a soft moan. He, being unable to sleep, watches her. She begins crying.
He sits up now, his heart thumping in his chest. "What? What is it?" She shakes her head, turning away from him, towards the wall. His hand touches her shoulder, and she jumps, yanking away. "Gretchen..."
"Just a dream," she says after regaining her voice.
He sits up now, his heart thumping in his chest. "What? What is it?" She shakes her head, turning away from him, towards the wall. His hand touches her shoulder, and she jumps, yanking away. "Gretchen..."
"Just a dream," she says after regaining her voice.