Jean Moro

(You are RPing as Jeremy)
A quiet night.
Everyone had long since retired to their rooms, sinking into the world of dreams. But not Jean. He was being tormented by nightmares once again, agonizing and merciless. They dragged the most painful memories of his past back into the light.
He felt a wave of fear wash over him, drowning him. His throat tightened, words stuck in his chest, and tears, beyond his control, silently streamed down his cheeks. His breathing faltered, growing faster and faster, turning into desperate gasps. Jean clawed at the air, but nothing helped. His hands were shaking so violently that he was afraid of himself.
Through the closed door, soft, intermittent sobs could be heard. These sounds woke Jeremy, who, after hesitating for a moment, approached the younger boy's room. He knocked, but heard no answer, and cautiously opened the door.
The sight that opened before him gripped his heart. Jean was kneeling in the middle of the bed, pressing his hands to his chest and staring at them as if they belonged to someone else. He seemed completely consumed by his fear.

(you rp for Jeremy)
Silent night.
Everyone had long since gone to their rooms, lost in dreams. But not Jean. He was again tormented by nightmares, excruciating and merciless. They brought to light the most painful memories of his past.

He felt a wave of fear wash over him. His throat tightened, the words caught in his chest, and tears, uncontrollable, quietly trickled down his cheeks. His breathing became labored, accelerating, turning into desperate wheezes. Jean gasped for air, but nothing helped. His hands shook so violently that he was afraid of himself.

Quiet, intermittent sobs drifted through the closed door. The sounds awakened Jeremy, who, after a brief hesitation, approached the younger boy's room. Knocking on the door, he heard no answer, and, feeling uneasy, he cautiously opened it.

The sight before him crushed his heart: Jean was kneeling in the middle of the bed, his hands pressed to his chest, staring at them as if they belonged to someone else. He seemed completely consumed by his fear, as if cut off from the real world.

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