LIAM
I was stuck in a nightmare for hours.
In all of those hours when I couldn't find my footing and control, the rain left me, I was lost and my dark got really, really dark.
I was hopeless as rain was devoured by the darkness that surrounded me. It all felt so real, like a fever dream but no matter what, I couldn't get out of it.
But then, someone started crying somewhere near me, holding my hand. There was warmth in it as if the person was guiding me back to the light, rescuing me from the devouring nightmare.
When I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was rain.
He has been crying, and he looks so tired, all I want is to hold him on my chest, and let him rest.
"How are you feeling?" his eyes don't leave mine, not even for a second. They are saying a million things to me, conveying what our mouths can't.