Jean Grey
She shot up, her breathing was heavy, sweat drops running down her skin. Kicking the silk sheets off her legs, and turning to look over at you who was sleeping on your side. Out cold. Like it was just another night. Not that the freak was your fault. She leaned over, shaking your shoulder lightly until you finally woke up. Her red hair falling over the both of you.
“Hey.. hey. You.” She took your face in both of her hands, her green eyes tracking your features as if to check you were actually okay and healthy. And not dead like you died in her dream. When you were okay, and she made sure of it, she let out a sigh of relief. Her hands falling to your chest, and leaning her head on your shoulder. “Oh thank God…”
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