Christmas Truce gift for the lovely quigalchemist. Thanks so much for your patience, you’re a saint. This is a bit different from my usual work, a litle more loose and ambiguous, but the idea caught me and wouldn’t let go. I hope you enjoy. <3
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The other side of the bed was empty. Panic seared through his consciousness. Sam was gone. Sam was–Sam was–
Then, far off through the darkness, from the end of the hall, he heard her voice:
“Hush little baby, don’t say a word,
papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird,”
Every muscle in his body went slack. He stared up at the ceiling, gasping, chilled by his own sweat. It had been a dream. Just a dream.