Ryley wiped the tears that fell from the corner of his eyes, then started telling Clyde what he saw in his dream.
"I don't know who she was, but she kept running, and running... she tried to save that man, but she couldn't..." The blond muttered, searching the man's blue eyes as he added in a shaky voice, "It scared me so much because... her feelings... they felt so real..."
His hand subconsciously clutched his chest, feeling the remnants of anger and pure malice the woman seemed to feel after she lost the man to such a cruel fate.
Clyde said nothing and just pulled him closer into his embrace, landing another soft kiss on top of Ryley's head as if trying to calm him down. "Your mood wasn't that good before you fell asleep earlier. It must be the reason."
The blond didn't say anything in return and closed his eyes as he snuggled closer. He knew the nightmare couldn't have come to him just because his mood was disturbed before.
