invisible string

/ pluto projector

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2:38 am, flashed the clock.

My eyes fluttered as small sobs echoed through the room, loud enough to wake me up.

I felt a shake beside me as my back faces her.

I suddenly jolted up and sat down to face her shaking body.

Silent tears were coming out from her closed eyes, struggling to open them.

"Ollie, wake up." I shook her and was holding her head carefully.

"Ollie it's just a dream, wake up now, love." More tears began to leave her still unopened eyes.

I started to panic. She usually wakes up the first time I shake her awake.

I held her tightly towards my body and kissed her forehead.

"It's okay, Ollie. I'm here. Please open your eyes now." Tears also started to form in my eyes.

It never got to this point. Please wake up, Olympia.

"Love, please!" Her eyes opened and a scream escaped her lips.

Our eyes crossed paths and there I saw how tired she is. She wants to break free. She wants to let go.

"Lev, I'm so tired."

She started sobbing uncontrollably in my chest, and I was there to hold her, reassuring her that I'm not going anywhere.

besides, I know she's just holding on for me.

The clock ticked every minute and soon she calmed down, asleep in my chest.

I laid her down gently and wiped her soaked cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Ollie. I'm sorry you have to go through this. Someone like you doesn't deserve this pain."

I fixed the blanket, making sure it covers her whole body.

I looked at her and smiled melancholy.

"What if by the time I realize, it's too far behind to see?"

I shook my head. I shouldn't think like that.

I turned on the projector and eventually, glowing stars and planets lit up the dark room.

Carefully, I exited the room, making sure not to make any noise, and went down to make myself some coffee.

I pulled a chair from the table and began to write the events in my notebook.

Its been a year since Olympia was diagnosed with parasomnia.
Around that year, Olympia's little sister had an accident that caused her life. That was the breaking point for her.

She became too stressed out. Dropped out of college because of her depression and anxiety. It all clouded her until nothing remains.

Her parents separated and the warmth that filled her up before was now an empty tank.

The only thing she's holding unto now is me.

But I don't think she's getting any better.

Her pills and medication is the only thing that's helping her control the nightmares but it keeps coming back.

She refused to go to psychotherapy, saying the only treatment she needs is me.

"Is that what I'm supposed to be?"