Casper_Noire
"Am I-", she swallowed thickly, "am I dying, Simon?"
"Nah, kid. You'll be alright." He assured her, trying to sound like it was fact.
She laughed, low and weak, smiling sleepily up at the masked man, "Isn't that what you have to tell somebody who's about to die? 'You'll be alright'".
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Bridget Costello just wants to heal. Six years ago, on what was supposed to be the spring break of a lifetime, she lost her best friend in a situation that nearly took her like as well.
Now at twenty four, the death and violence still haunt her. She feels as if she is going nowhere. Struggling to cope with her trauma, she just does her best to live each day. She goes to work, she sees her therapist, she paints. But her past is still something to hurt her, to keep her up with a perpetual loop of death her brain can't seem to stop replaying.
Until one day a familiar pair of dark eyes come into her bar, along with the same voice as the one in her head. The one thing that pushes the nightmares away.