Just looking at you anyone could see that you had stories to tell. The weight of your shoulders. Scars along your body. A certain tension that only comes with the world’s end.

But Abby made it better. Soothed your constant paranoia. Didn’t stop you from carrying a switch around the house. Never would. But Abby thought it was getting better.

She wake up with you in bed with her. That’s was a start, though you’d fake sleep to make her feel better. But nights like tonight just relaxed you, only a bit.

Abby beside you in bed, tracing over scars as you stayed awake. Aching to sleep, but unable in the end.