Once he was gone, his eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, breathing heavily. He wiped the sweat from his brow and ran a shaky hand through his hair. Why does he keep doing this?! He asked himself angrily. He hated seeing him like that. As soon as he thought about waking him up, he could hear his singing in his head.

The song always calmed him down and he loved hearing him sing. But lately, it wasn't helping. Whenever he listened to that song, he always thought about the last conversation he and him had. He remembered the sadness he saw in his face and he couldn't help...