It felt so real. Kai had been stabbed badly in a war and was bleeding out. He was cold and pale. Next thing I know he was dead.
Tears stung my eyes as I jolted up right in bed, my heart racing with fear. Kai sat up beside me, holding my hand tightly. It was clear he had gotten no sleep either, his eyes filled with worry and exhaustion.
He held me close as I cried all night, unable to shake the horrific images from my mind. The feeling of helplessness washed over me as I realized how fragile life truly is.
I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes again that night, haunted by the nightmare that seemed all too real. The weight of loss lingered in the air around us, suffocating any sense of peace or comfort.
As morning approached, we both remained silent, lost in our own thoughts and fears about what could have been if it weren't just a dream.
The memory of that nightmare still lingers within me now as I sit here trying to make sense of it all without words to express the depth of emotions running through my mind.
But even through this darkness and uncertainty, one thing remains clear - Kai's presence beside me brings a glimmer of light into this bleak world we find ourselves trapped within together.