“Carmen, are you okay?” He repeated.
“Noah, it was a chilling dream; the haunting whispers echoed in my ears, sending shivers throughout my spine.” He seized my hand, turned it over, and kissed my jittery palm. While Noah caressed my arm and hands, Zerus’ words still tormented me. The terror of my dream tapped into my internal weakness of fear. Noah’s prolonged grip on my hand only heightened my anxiety. I glanced up from examining my palms and saw his head tilted. After he released my hands, he stood up and moved behind me. With precision, his hands pressed into my shoulders, kneading away the tension in my muscles.
“Are you sure you’re fine? His concern was visible when he crouched, and I saw his eyes teeming with tears.”
“Sweetheart, your hands are clammy. Why are you crying? I’m worried and love you so much. If you need me, I’m here to help you,” he stated, straightening and leaning over me. My body quivered, but he gripped my hands, his touch reassuring. “Carmen, whatever terrifies you is gone. Remember, it was a dream, not reality. I’m here with you and won’t let anyone harm you.”
With a tear rolling across my cheek, I realized he had no clue what I had experienced. I was alone in my fear.
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