Of all the things you yourself get to choose, your nightmares aren’t one of them. The nightmare chooses you, not the other way around. The sharp pain of the same nightmare bit into the edge of your body, as the sharpened pain of a blade cutting through flesh and bone throbbed at a single touch. The pain only lasted so long, but the scars the pain left behind felt like deepening death and terrible, terrifying pain. The fire spread alongside your bedside, that single, lonely, night. They roared at the sight of you, for the nightmare of crimson twinkled in the deepest pit of your once emerald green eyes. The flame grew higher with every single stare you could muster. The fear didn’t fill you this time; the only thing that seemed to play on repeat inside you, was the snapped photo of the flames in front of you. The way the flames roared as you glared upon it. A creature combined with both the harshest of dark, alongside the gleaming light of the morning dawn. Your cheeks spread apart slowly, as you flashed it a loving smile. The silvery reflected tear drop of your tear sliding down your face, as you remembered what it felt like to smile….again.