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It was a shame.

A shame you didn't wake up any sooner.

Mark—mussed hair, brown eyes brimming with tears, cheeks slightly flushed. And best of all, his lip began to tremble.

It was only a nightmare.

You and Mark were mature enough to share a bed in the dorm. There were many perks. Mark was always radiating warmth and being held against his chest was more comforting than any other. He never snored loud enough to wake you. He also personally tucked you in during winter time.

What more could you ask for? You'd gladly give him anything he desired at the mere drop of a hat.

"Can you hold me...?" He croaked, his voice no higher than a gentle, broken murmur.

"It was—was the same one about mom."