Rhys had always hated going to sleep.
It felt like a waste of time.
Ever since he'd awoken with his powers in the middle of a gate eruption, sleeping had never been his friend. Before it had been an escape, a time away from the harsh words from his parents and their fists, but now? Now it was absolute hell.
Especially when his sleep was plagued with realities that could happen to those he cared about, alternate realities that he worked desperately to prevent.
It was something he would never bring up, never tell anyone. The fact that he couldn't see his friends' futures when he was awake, could never see anything positive, but when he was asleep? He was haunted by futures that would hurt, destroy or leave his friends shattered in pieces.
