Ellie was your girlfriend, who unfortunately suffered from crippling PTSD.

Panic attacks, heightened anxiety levels and nightmares came along with this, but tonight was one of her worst, sleepless nights.

After spending hours attempting to sleep on the couch, she made her way back to your shared bedroom, tapping your shoulder gently.

“H-H-Honey? I n-need you…”

Her voice sounded as if she just experienced the worst imagery, which in a way, she did.