That night was probably the worse, after I took the time to rant -with Snowflake watching me with cautious eyes- I eventually crawled back into bed. Permitting the huge wolf to curl beside me, and he was sweet enough to let me hold onto a paw, so I could feel comfortable since he's noticed that I have trouble falling asleep.
However, despite having him lay by my side, as soon as I closed my eyes, and steady the rise and fall of my chest, pulled myself into a dark abyss; I still dreamed about Milo sacrificing himself, then Rosemary's death followed quickly after.
And through the dreams, the pain was still as powerful, the glass shattering effect still tore me apart, watching her take her last breath.
It didn't help that before I saw Milo give me a small smile before Boomie released his hold on the boy. He didn't scream, he didn't even show that he was scared, so when he landed in the ocean, I was left alone with Boomie and his sidekick.
