[ It's white, all around. Blindingly so. He's sitting in a room, on the floor, and in front of him - Gwen's there, her long, soft black hair draped over her shoulder. She smiles at him, and he brings up a hand to rest his hand on her cheek, but he can't touch her - she's just out of reach. Her smile turns into something sad, the way it always used to.
He just - he wants to touch her, but he can't, and he's frustrated, and -- there's blood. Blood drips from the corner of her mouth, and slowly puddles on the white floor underneath them. Royce tries to stand, tries to crawl forward on his hands and knees, but he's stuck, and she just watches him, sad smile, blood dripping from the corners of her eyes, now, and --
In the Meadous, in the bed Royce and Alfie share, it's two in the morning and it's silent - until Royce makes a soft, blurry, frightened sound and twitches. ]
July 23rd; nightmares
He just - he wants to touch her, but he can't, and he's frustrated, and -- there's blood. Blood drips from the corner of her mouth, and slowly puddles on the white floor underneath them. Royce tries to stand, tries to crawl forward on his hands and knees, but he's stuck, and she just watches him, sad smile, blood dripping from the corners of her eyes, now, and --
In the Meadous, in the bed Royce and Alfie share, it's two in the morning and it's silent - until Royce makes a soft, blurry, frightened sound and twitches. ]