Prompted by: Ben Mariner
As thunder rolls in the distance…
My heart aches.
I can’t imagine the demons haunting his dreams. I can’t even fathom the horror he must be reliving. The only thing I know is that he’s still battling something. And it’s tearing him apart.
It tears me apart too.
It kills me to watch him struggle. To see him hurting.
Night after night.
All I want to do is take him into my arms. But I won’t. No matter how much I wish I could hold him. Tell him it’s okay. I just can’t.
Because he doesn’t need a soft place to fall.
Trust me. I know this man inside and out.
He refuses to fall. Period.
And I will always respect his choice. Even if I don’t agree.
That’s love, right?
When he finally awakens with a groan, pain etched deep into his handsome features, I whisper, “Tom, are you okay?”
He immediately turns to face me, his arm snaking around my waist. “Better than okay.”
It’s scary how fast he regains his composure.
I wipe the sweat from his brow with the heel of my hand and smile. “You could use a shower.”
He jerks me into his chest. Kisses me hard. Then pulls away and smiles back. “I need coffee first.”
“Actually, you need legs first,” I tease.
Chuckling, he says, “Yeah, I guess I do.”
What’s the prompt for next week, guys?
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