“No. No. Please. No. Don't. Don’t leave. Please, don't leave. Don’t leave me alone. No. I need you. I... I’m begging you. It's dark here. Please…”
Zenos’ jaw clenched, and his face was slightly pale, his eyes shut tight, his forehead creased; his hand extended forward as if to reach out for something. His voice was shaky, laced with fear and earnest pleading.
It was very evident that Zenos was having a nightmare, and the nightmare seemed to have a hold on him in not just a little bit.
Hayden’s lips curved up, and he leisurely made his way toward Zenos’ study, his hand tucked in his pocket and his excitement very visible. He called, “Darling Zen... Zenos, I'm back!”
The distant yet familiar voice seemed to drift into Zenos’s ears because the creases on his forehead decreased slightly.
"Hay... Hayde... Hayden!” Zenos gently began to pronounce that name as if trying to recollect something. Soon, Zenos regained his rationality.
