Break the Chain

Pasts and promises

FLUFFY ALERT! FLUFFY ALERT! I really think you guys are going to enjoy this chapter! I just wanted to say thank you for hanging with me. Work still has been crazy and it's not going to get any better considering we don't have a mask mandate anymore...

Future chapters might be a little slower than normal but will still be posted within a week's time! 

Stay safe, get enough sleep, drink enough water, and wash your hands... Flip would want you too ;) 

Enjoy! 
-Dal.

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Every so often, your ears filled with Flip's soft snores. His arm that was wrapped around your waist would get tighter every time you turned on the opposite side. You couldn't find a comfortable position, tossing and turning for the last couple of hours.

You were exhausted. Mentally and physically. You haven't been able to sleep the last couple of nights, staring at the ceiling until you eventually passed out. Flip's alarm would eventually wake you up after a couple of hours of sleep, causing you to have a coffee in your hand all day. Flip would of course try to encourage you to drink water instead, but he had no clue just how tired you were.

Not only were you tired from not sleeping, but you were tired from not being normal. Part of the reason you couldn't sleep was that you were simply scared too. You were doing so well, a good week since your last nightmare. Dr. Stanford prescribed you a medication common with PTSD patients, designed to help with nightmares, but you were scared to take it. You weren't having nightmares anymore so you decided you didn't need it. The moment you start taking those pills, you couldn't go back. You would truly be damaged. Normal people didn't have to take medicine to stop their nightmares.

You were fine, though. It had been a week since your last nightmare about you know who. A week since you almost felt like a normal person again. You felt like your old self, sleeping next to the man you love. It was simple as that, right?

Wrong.

You were living in constant fear that if you fell asleep, you would just be haunted by the memories you wanted to forget. The neverending days of counting those footprints. You didn't want to go back there. So if staying awake meant you would be reminded of having Flip by your side, then so be it. You didn't want to be reminded of that time where you didn't have him. Where you didn't know when you would see him next. You'd rather lay next to him, watching as he hummed in his sleep.

He would nuzzle his nose into your hair, almost like your scent would comfort him in his sleep. His soft snores filled your ears, reminding you of that first night you had with him. Every time you thought back to that night you would shake your head to yourself, disappointed that you left him without a trace. You were grateful that he tracked you down, not letting you leave until you gave him your number.

You blinked up at the ceiling as you stifled a yawn. When Flip scooted closer to you, you turned your head to your bedside table. The neon green numbers read midnight, telling you that Flip has slept peacefully next to you for three hours.

They were a boring three hours, trying to think about anything but you know who. Your mind would occasionally wander off, thinking about when you needed to go grocery shopping again or what Flip was dreaming about. You ran over scenarios in your head of past conversations you had with Jen or about all of the cringy mistakes you've made in the past. It was...lovely. Your mind running a mile a minute, not knowing what to focus on.

The next thing you were thinking about was work. You started to wonder when you would be able to go back. You found it hard to believe that you would be able to work an entire shift, considering you got a headache just from trying to recall something.