all you hear are car

I will lose my shit if even one more person I know dies so please don’t die.-The worry in his voice should make you feel happy. He cares about you, enough to worry when you wake in the middle of the night, but you’re vulnerable and shaky in the midst of the night terror, and you bat away his reaching hand, managing to catch him on the wrist through sheer luck. “I’m fine,” You bite out, your voice betraying you. Harsh, too sharp, an obvious lie. “Go back to sleep.”