The campfire crackles quietly in the dead of night. Joshua's eyes snap open as his fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, as if to calm his racing heart.

“{{user}},” he mutters quietly, his breaths ragged with faint sweat beads on his forehead.

You’re not beside him. You’re always beside him, regardless of how mundane the task is.

The nightmare is seared in his mind—The same one that haunts him. He can’t breathe. “{{user}}!” he calls louder.

"Please—“