Lonely girls

"It's worse!" Demyx muttered, burrying his head in the pillow.

Cyzarine frowned and took the spoon out her mouth. "Huh? How?"

"It just is." Demyx mumbled, falling asleep.

Cyzarine bit her lip. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine..." Demyx was tired.

Cyzarine nodded uncertainly, and nibbled on the edge of the spoon.

Demyx dozed off.

Cyzarine watched him, then resumed eating when she thought he was asleep.

Demyx squeaked softly in his sleep.

Cyzarine blinked and leant over to him to watch his face.

Demyx squeaked again, face relaxed.

Cyzarine frowned and kissed his cheek gently to try and reassure him.

Demyx wriggled, squeaking again.

Cyzarine bit her lip and drew back.

Demyx whimpered suddenly.

Cyzarine hugged hism gently without a second thought. "Demyx? Shh, it's okay." she whispered.

Demyx groaned and wriggled away from her, "Stop it...You're killing them..." He whispered.

Cyzarine drew back, loking hurt and shocked. "No, I'm not. Demyx, you're dreaming."

"Stop it!" Demyx repeated, getting louder. "Stop hurting them!" His body twitched in his sleep

Cyzarine reached out to shake him gently. "Demyx! Wake up!"

Demyx's eyes shot open, "What?" He asked.

Cyzarine frowned. "You were yelling in your sleep. Something about killing..."

Demyx looked down, "I was dreaming. That's all."

Cyzarine wasn't convinced. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." Demyx snapped.