Being alone is terrifying.

Everything is harder, more difficult.

There are things you need to do together.

And when the time comes, you will be lost.

His eyes flung open with a scream.

He was sweating, he was cold, he was-

an orange light.

Ah, it was still there.

Still warm. Still bright.

Still breathing.

The boy wasn't alone.

It was relaxing.

It was fine.

He closed his eyes again and sighed in relief.

“I'm sorry.”

huh?

“I'm so sorry.”

Who is apologizing? Why? I don't know.

I was lying in his arms, safe and sound.

I smiled.

“It's ok.”

A tear rolled down his cheek.

“It's ok.”

I lifted my two arms and cupped his face.

Our two faces met.

He was warm and soft.

Just like last time.

I smiled.

My eyes closed.

My heart beating in a steady rhythm.

“I love you.”