I wake with a start, lightning cracking in the sky and illuminating the bedroom. My eyes fall on Landon who is fast asleep, his chest slowly rising with every breath. I lie back down and watch him. His face seems so soft and at peace as he sleeps. His closed eyelids twitch, making me wonder what he's dreaming about. I know I was troubled, had a shitty life growing up, but he killed someone at the age of sixteen. I can't imagine how that would stain a person's soul. His eyes suddenly open as he gasps for air. I jump, startled by his sudden reaction.
He places his hand to his chest, panting for breath.
"Are you okay?" I whisper, lying next to him. He nods and swallows. "Bad dream?" I question, propping my head on my hand.
He turns and fluffs his pillow under him. "Yeah," he mutters.
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