Nightmare [Segar]

She curled into him, her form pressing up against his own, craving his body heat. She trusted next to no one and yet she believed in this near stranger. Her nose dug into the nape of his neck, willing his scent to calm her to stop the voices that bombarded her head, the memories that swirled throughout her head. On rare occasion, when her mind was her own, she hated herself, hated how weak her mind had become.

She allowed him to lower her to the sands, fore limbs draping around her torso in a vice, she relaxed into his larger body. Her eyes fluttering shut as his tongue brushed the top of her crown and that smooth accent caressed her ears. He smelled of the sea, of the crashing tide and she was captured by the scent, willing the voices to dim and fade, willing her own mind to focus to see past them. She nudged her nose beneath his own, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes that she refused to let fall. "I am sorry that I am so broken."

He did not ask for this burden, this task to be thrust upon him. She was the tainted soul here, not he.