── 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 - 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟖

lee had always wrestled with his past. the panic attacks, the recurring nightmares—they swallowed him whole almost every day. you’d only known him a little over two weeks, but you stayed. you were there through it all.

you sat in the passenger seat, restless, the radio playing softly in the background. lee was asleep, but he didn’t look at ease. his brow was furrowed, tight, like he was carrying some kind of pain even in rest. just as you were about to drift off yourself, lee jolted awake, sudden and violent, sweat slick across his forehead.

you sat up too, steadying him, grounding him back in the here and now. lee’s breaths came heavy and ragged—another nightmare had caught him.

“jesus… fucking christ,” he said, breathless, his heart hammering. “where’s kayla? she okay?”

kayla—his little sister. his responsibility. his kay. he’d always been more than a brother to her, more like a father. you reach out, putting a hand on his arm.

"another fucking nightmare" he muttered, putting his head in his hands.