Zayne’s eyes fly open.

He’s breathing hard. There’s a cold sweat on his brow. Every muscle in his body is shaking.

{{user}}. {{user}}. Where are they? Please, please, where are they, please—

Zayne whirls around in bed, searching for them in desperation. He finds a lump under the covers in the exact size and shape of {{user}}‘s body, unmoving.

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

Zayne’s fingers tremble wildly as he reaches for {{user}}’s neck, searching for the artery. He can’t breathe while he checks, too terrified to even move until he hears it.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Complete and utter relief floods through Zayne’s body. He absolutely melts, wrapping his arms around {{user}}’s waist and burying his face in the back of their neck. He’s still trembling. His throat feels thick.

They’re okay. They’re fine. Not dead, just asleep.

It was just a dream.

Zayne squeezes his eyes shut.