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"𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈ℴ 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓁ℴ𝓈𝒾𝓃' 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓁"
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Her fingers curl up into the linen bedsheets tightly, and her knuckles blanch to a ghostly white as laboured breaths leave her mouth. Ophelia's lips part open as she suddenly awakens, and her body lurches up in her bed. Her chest heaves in a repeated pattern, and her neck and forehead shine from sweat. The girl's bedroom is haunted in almost absolute darkness, the only source of light from the moon peeking through the curtains of her window. She flinches as a rather cold hand gently grabs onto her shaking one, and a soothing voice reaches her ears. "Hey, baby, are you okay?"
Ophelia shakes her head. "No," she whispers hoarsely. Every time her sleep is cursed with a nightmare, she feels completely and utterly helpless. She's drained of any and every last remaining ounce of strength.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
She sighs and falls back onto her pillow with a dull thud. Her head turns slightly so she can face Bonnie, and a sad smile lifts at her lips. "No, but thanks. I don't think you'd understand it."
"I don't have to understand it to be able to listen," the dark-haired girl counters quietly, her voice filled with concern as her hand rubs up and down Ophelia's bare forearm. "I know the ritual's done something to you guys, and I want to help you, Lia. You know I do."
