Author's note- Yeah, we are in present now, and if you are soft hearted, might get your tissues.
Xion jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.
He couldn't see, but he could feel the softness of the sheets tangled around his limbs.
The scent of cedar lingered in the air, and like a person on the verge of suffocation, he greedily filled his lungs with Darius' scent.
Soren. It was Soren who knew his real form. What happened then?
His chest heaved as he tried to recall the rest, but those memories eluded him.
Thud. Thud.
His brain was filled with static, as if needles stabbed into his temples, trying to drill through the bone and pierce his insides.
"It hurts..."
I need to know what happened next. It was important, far more important than his body screaming for reprieve.
Despite the terrible ache, he shut his eyes. "Sleep... I need to sleep."
Xion tried. He tried so hard. However, it was all useless.
