My head leapt off the pillow, my eyes springing open with a gasp. My forehead was glistening with a cold sweat, my arms shaking as they held me up.
A nightmare... I thought, my eyes darting around, searching for anything they could latch onto in the pitch black. Images flashed before my eyes so quickly I couldn't make out a single thing, just endless strings of color, deafening static of a thousand memories fighting in my ears.
It was as if that one breakthrough, remembering that conversation with David, had propped open a door in my mind, letting everything rush out at the speed of a jet engine.
I groaned, trying to force any type of rational thought to emerge from this mess, but it was impossible. I laid back down with a huff, tossing and turning with the relentless torment, feeling like a dinghy lost at sea.
I shoved my head under the pillow, pressing my hands against my ears, finding that it only made the noise louder. I defiantly pressed harder.
After who-knows-how-long, my thoughts finally started to calm down, my brain having thoroughly exhausted itself, and I started to slip into a light sleep. Just when I was on the brink of unconsciousness, an odd image formulated before my eyes. A gray blob at first, then two circles... connected by a chain...
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FanfictionIntro: Angel and David have been together for almost three years now and they're hopelessly in love. They've been through thick and thin, always finding ways out of the most difficult situations. They thought nothing could ever change, that they'd b...
