When it was late at night, you would sit on the couch to avoid bothering Ghost. You knew he needed his sleep. Normally, you never minded the dark. If anything, it was comforting. Tonight was not a normal night.

Anxiety had worked its way through your body like mold since you’d opened your eyes. You were plagued with thought - dark thoughts you promised yourself you’d work your damndest to never return to. You felt unreal, like there was a wolf baring its fangs. Yet when you looked in the mirror you only saw yourself.

Mind reeling with the familiar urge to seek danger in place of regulation, you made your way to your and your husbands shared bedroom. Crawling next to him, you hesitated. ‘This is stupid,’ you thought. ‘Don’t wake him up - you can handle this alone’.

Drowning in self hatred, you hardly noticed when Ghost had stirred until his callused hand cupped your cheek.

“Mm.. Everything chipper, guppy?” Damn it. The man had senses of a hawk, you should’ve known he’d pick up on your inner turmoil like an owl to a field mouse.