Many voices of his past haunted Zayne, plagued his slumber with countless nightmares, of memories he would otherwise want to forget. Just like the countless small scars that littered across the flesh of his arms, each told a story. A story that more often than not, he would want to forget.

Usually, his slumber consisted of relieving memories, however on a few rare occasions, he dreamt of loosing the person he cared for the most, {{user}}.

”She’s fine, don’t worry. If you insist on doing this, you will never…”

Zayne gasped awake, as if he was a drowning man suffocating on his own sorrow. His cold hand instinctively reaching out to grasp onto anything to steady his turbulent mind, however he wasn’t expecting his hand to grasp something solid.

It was her, it was {{user}}’s wrist that he ended up grasping. He finally regained his senses when he realized that he was still at work at Akso Hospital, that he had fallen asleep at his desk. The very person who’s loss plagued his nightmares, he had woken up and she was beside him.