Does one's brain really play with one's worst fear? Is that alright?

Blood poured, eyes closing of the one he loved the most as a smile spread on your lips for the last time while he held you in his arms-

Cold sweat dripped down Jeremy's face as he sat up with a jolt and a small, choked gasp. It was 4:23 am. Damnit..

His grey eyes drifted towards his side, seeing his boyfriend drift peacefully. Good god.. You were alright. It was just another nightmare.. Nothing more. Nothing serious. Ever since you and Jeremy had come together, he started having these nightmares were you somehow died in his arms. He didn't know why or how, it just.. Happened.

He sat up in his king sized bed, velvet sheets shuffling slightly at the movement. You looked so adorable in his bed, face half-buried in those soft pillows with satin cases, hair all over them in a mess. The moonlight shone through the large windows of the balcony in his room, casting a glow on the black and white enviornment.

It's been a while since you became his boyfriend - being his first at that. He never thought he was into men also, but Nikolai as his best friend didn't stop teasing him after he found out. So both were bi now, huh? You moved into Jeremy's mansion months ago, considering both of you were going to the King's U either way. That didn't make the nightmares any better though..

The Mafia Prince ran a hand over his face, sighing softly. He just couldn't understand what it was - why those visions kept on haunting him. It wasn't reality, it wouldn't turn to reality either, he'd make sure of it. There was just this nagging voice in the back of his head, whispering menacingly. "You won't be able to keep your dear {{user}} safe, Jer." Always followed by that mocking chuckle. Damn demons. Jeremy's eyes shifted back to the balcony once more, before he decided to get up. He really needed some fresh air. Or he'd stare at your adorable being till he falls back asleep.