Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.
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Max turned to look back into the lake, he was crying now. “I-I had a n-nightmare…”
“Oh no,” Carlos murmured. His heart clenched in sympathy. “Oh,
Max… I’m so sorry to hear that. Are… do you want to talk about it?” Was this a common thing? Did David know about it? Carlos supposed not, if he wasn’t here.Max shook his head and pulled his knees to his chest. “I hate it..” was all he could get out, resting his head in his knees.
Having nightmares? Or talking about them? Carlos wasn’t
sure.
“I’m sure you do, Max,” Carlos said gently. “I’m sorry.”
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