Night Terror.I woke when he started again. I almost enjoyed the responsibility he had laid upon me. I was with him when he needed someone.Night Terror.
I didn’t even know him.
I became involved by accident. It was either very late, or very early. He lay on a park bench. As I passed by he began to gently whimper and twitch, his dark face recoiling against whatever was lurking under his weathered eyelids. I quickened my pace, but when he let out a strangled scream I couldn’t turn the corner I was approaching.
I carefully pivoted on my feet, trying to make as little sound as possible, and retr
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Maybe later.
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