Crispen
I heard him tossing and turning. Every now and then, a moan slipped out, and I realized he was having a nightmare. I got up and walked over to him and knelt down beside him, ‘Logan,’ I said, shaking him gently. He gasped as he sat up quickly. He looked at me and asked me why I woke him up. Logan was being a bit overly aggressive, which I wasn’t expecting. I guess at this point, I shouldn’t be surprised. Many things contributed to this behavioral shift. I wasn’t mad at him for being mad at me. I just wished I was able to help him.
‘You were having a nightmare,’ I tell him.
‘And you thought you’d save the day?’ He said as he scoffed. I didn’t know how to respond. I was just trying to help him. ‘I still care about you, Logan.’ I watched him lie down and wondered if what I’d said ha
