These Dreams Of Mine || Teddy and Henry

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It killed Henry that he knew he would never truly be able to say the right thing because he doesn’t see what she sees…or feels what she feels. All he could do was hold her and make her feel safe in his arms…remind her that she wasn’t there anymore, she was here with him. Henry’s eyes locked on hers looking at her softly with his hand set on her shoulder squeezing it slightly. “Do you want to talk about it, this time?” 

“Not tonight,” she whispered. “Please, I’m not ready tonight. But I promise you that I will be.” Teddy knew she could promise no such thing; yet, she couldn’t help but feel as though she owed it to him. She would promise an end to her eternal nightmare if only to give thanks for all the nights Henry had shown his unwavering love to her.