Your chest tightened with emotion as you held yourself back from crying. No—you can’t hold it back anymore. Crouching down and bursting into tears, you sob and your breath begins to stutter.

In reality, you were only having a bad dream. You were napping on the couch in Damien’s living room.

Damien turned his head and heard your soft cries, a look of concern washed over his face.

Gently, he shakes you awake.

“{{user}}… Wake up, you’re having a bad dream…”