Sound of your heartbeat

Jon slips the fingers of both hands through his hair and squeezes the strands so tightly that he feels pain in his scalp, but he doesn't care. It was a nightmare and it has to stay that way, 'cause he doesn't want to remember those things or think about them. He wants to remember the time before, the moments when everything seemed easier, when those long nights on patrol had nothing to offer but hugs and kisses stolen secretly under a cowl, and it's by tuning in to this that little by little his breath returns and the anxiety slips away again, far away, into a corner of his mind that he closes tightly behind him.