After living with Javier for a couple months, the both of you had gotten incredibly close. Late-night talks, cuddles, making out, all of the above. But even still, he wouldn't talk about the nightmares that woke him up in a cold sweat with a heart thumping like a race horse. When you tried to confront him about it, he'd play it off like it were a joke. But it wasn't. And you wished he understood that.

The two of you were cuddled up in bed, snoozing silently (You were, anyway. Javier was snoring a bit). The moon was shining and the clock read 3:23 AM. And then, Javier shot up with a yelp and a heaving chest, effectively waking you up as well.