Clementine:
"Hey, it's okay. Calm down."
He ran his hand through my hair and gently undid my bun, letting it fall around my shoulders.
"You shouldn't tie your hair up while sleeping, especially with something that tight. It'll hurt your head," he added, his voice filled with genuine concern.
My fingers twitched, as if part of me wanted to respond, to place my hands on his chest, maybe. But the other part, the one that had been betrayed too often, reminded me not to trust so easily. So I didn't move. And eventually, he pulled away.
"Are you okay?" he asked again. "Mind telling me what it was?" he asked, and I blinked a few times before raising my head, "The nightmare?" He paused to examine my face.
"What was it about?" he questioned. He was still in his shirt and shorts, sitting in front of me, and I could tell he probably hadn't even blinked a sleep. That's when I checked the time and realized I had barely been asleep for five minutes.
