“Hey, you okay?” Jack spoke quietly as he set you down in front of your house. You looked away from him, the nightmare writhing within your mind.
“Y-yeah, I’m good…” Your voice was soft and quiet, even for your ears.
“Come on, let’s get you inside and get you something to eat.” Jack let you fish the keys out of your pocket, but opened the door for you and then walked you to the couch. He looked you in the eye and asked a question. “What happened? You seem as skittish as a rabbit.”
“A bad dream last night, you know it’s nothing impo-” Jack cut you off.
“A nightmare?” He looked very concerned, about what you didn’t know.
“Yeah, a nightmare. This creepy guy shows up in my room, out of nowhere and tries to kill me with shadows! Not something you get over quickly.” Jack’s face went slack.
“Was the man tall… with glowing gold eyes?” You nodded. Jack cursed under his breath, trying to not let you hear him.
“Why, is it important to you in some way?” He looked at you; something seemed to could his eyes.
“Nah, but I should probably leave… let you get sleep.” He smiled at you and leaned in, kissing your head. A blush coated your face with red.
“You… you don’t have to go, do you?” The question was filled with an undaunted terror as he walked to the door.
“I’m afraid I do, sorry. But I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Jack smiled as he walked out of your house.
About five minutes after he left, you decided to get up and lock the door. But before you did, you heard something, a whinnying. You shrugged, and paid it no heed. You walked back to the couch, pulling a blanket over you, and tried desperately to get some sleep.