"Is everything alright? Are you hurt? Can I get you anything? What's wrong Esme?" He was frantic as his hands hovered over the edge of the bed and dangerously close to my thigh as I watched him fuss. "Talk to me."
I once again opened my mouth to try to tell him that I needed him to move away, that I needed space but once again nothing came out of my mouth. I felt tears of frustration slowly role down my cheeks as I desperately tried to talk. Every now and then I would gasp a little and every time no other side came out of my mouth afterwards I felt a little bit of hope disappear within me.
"Why are you crying?" He asked as his hands reached up and towards my face.
I cowered away from him as I covered my face with my arms. The nightmare I had been having before I woke up was still fresh
