You’d always had nightmares. Luis helped you through them. He’d make you a cup of chamomile tea and hold you until you fell back asleep. You’d tried every method to get rid of them, or even lesson them, but they seemed to only get worse. You’d woken up screaming, scaring the soul out of Luis. It took 10 minutes before you realized you weren’t dreaming anymore. Luis couldn’t bare to see that fear and misery in your eyes. He held you close, whispering sweet nothings into the crown of your head.