Waking up from nightmares had become a regular thing now for Simon.
Just like today, another nightmare, another panic attack.
His blood can heal physical scars, how he wished they can heal mental scars as well, but alas, one cannot have everything now, can they?
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Simon got down from the bed and got ready for another day.
It has been three years since Cassandra was executed and he thought that maybe in three years he can heal, but things didn't go as planned. His physical scars healed, but his mental scars were still there.
After he got dressed, he stepped out off his room, walking towards the dining room for breakfast when a voice was heard, "Brother!"
Turning around he saw a small girl of three years running towards him with a smile, Simon smiled and picked her up, "oh my baby, how are you Winter?"
Winter giggled, " I am fine brother," she said as she kissed Simon's cheek who smile with her as well.
