[PEARL]
A faint sound broke the night silence, stirring me from sleep. I blinked, disoriented, and turned toward the source of the noise. Zayn lay beside me, his face contorted in distress, he was gasping for breaths. It seemed like he was trapped in the torment of a nightmare.
“Zayn,” I whispered, reaching out to gently tap his shoulder. He didn’t respond, his body tense and trembling. I knew all too well what it felt like to be ensnared in a nightmare. I’d been a victim of them for years, haunted by my own memories and fears.
Seeing him like this, my heart ached. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into my embrace. His body was rigid against mine, but gradually, as I held him close, he began to relax. I whispered soothing words, hoping they would reach him even
