KIERAN BLACKWOOD
I wake up, startled by Scarlett's screams.
Without thinking twice, I turn and find her trapped in a nightmare, her face contorted in panic and her arms curled around herself as if trying to shield herself from something only she can see.
I hold her gently, pulling her close to me, feeling her body tremble beneath my hands, so fragile and frightened that my chest tightens.
“It’s over now, it was just a nightmare…”, I murmur, trying to calm her while I stroke her hair, catching that faint sweet scent that always seems to follow her.
But instead of calming down, she cries even harder, burying her face in my shoulder, and I feel the intensity of the pain she's reliving.
“It was a memory… about my parents’ death…”, she murmurs between sobs, and her confession catches me o
