THALIA
The hours passed extremely slow than it should be, making every minute drag so cruelly.
The noise outside changes erratically. Sometimes, I’d hear loud noises, howls, clashes of bodies. Sometimes it quieted down. Whatever happened, I never left Reagan’s side. I barely moved at all.
I sat on the edge of the bed, one hand always resting against his back, patting his back occasionally while I continued to do every breathing exercise I knew to keep myself calm.
Reagan couldn’t sleep peacefully. He would stir a bit, brow furrowing at times, and then would whimper when the noises got too loud. Each time, he would open his eyes and would calm down after seeing that I was still there. He would fall asleep again, clinging to my shirt or hands.
I let out a small sigh, feeling frustrat
