I am running through the forest, wild and free. The world around me is displayed in vividly colored hues. And yet, despite the joy that I feel, something is off.

Everything feels... Hazy.

I turn my head as I run, hair rippling around me almost as if I were underwater. But Jimin, who I could have sworn was right behind me, is nowhere to be found.

With alarming speed the world around me turns dark, and all the joy is sucked right out of me. Pain. Suddenly all I feel is pain. The soul-shattering, make you want to die pain that can only mean one thing. I'm going into labor.

I'm going to have this baby, right here in the middle of the forest, and Jimin is nowhere in sight.

But I'm not standing in a forest anymore. My vision blurs, scenery changing before my very eyes. The beautifully colored forest is replaced instead by stone and fire, and a feeling more sinister than I have any words for. Chains spring from the walls and floors, snaking around me so tightly that I fear for my life.

I look down, I shouldn't have looked down. My hands tremble as I watch blood pooling from within me, and I know with sickening certainty that my baby is not okay. In the distance I can hear Jimin's laughter, and my soul is so absolutely crushed. How could he be laughing at a time like this?

"Jimin! The baby! Help me! Please!" I sob, screaming and bashing my bloodied fists against the wooden door blocking me from freedom.

"Quiet!" Shouts the guard outside. "The king has no time for the likes of you."

I can hear the man spit from the other side of the door. He might as well be spitting on my heart.

And yet, despite the guard's words I find Jimin by my side in an instant. There is a cruel look upon his face. This is not my Jimin. This man looks like he revels in my misfortune, finds pleasure in my pain.

"You've gone and killed our baby Evie, " he tells me, smirking maddeningly. "How does it feel to be a murderer?"

Without warning, he drops a motionless bundle of flesh into my arms. The face. Oh God, why can't I see my baby's face?

I sit up quick as lightning, adrenaline coursing through my system. Courtesy of yet another terribly vivid nightmare. A cursory glance to my left tells me that Jimin is still here. I sigh in relief, hand to my heart.

This last month has been incredibly strange on so many different levels. I've begun to have nightmares more frequently, for one. And no matter how little I drink before heading for bed I always seem to need to wake up to use the restroom lately.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

"Did you have a nightmare again love?" Jimin asks softly, voice still scratchy from sleep.

I nod my head in response. If I open my mouth he'll want me to talk about it, and the last thing I wanna do right now is talk about it.

"Come here, " he commands softly, arms outstretched in anticipation.

And as he wraps himself around me I find relief. Despite everything, Jimin feels like home. There's a part of me that knows I'm setting myself up for heartbreak. This isn't going to have a happy ending. And yet I am helpless to stop myself.

"Once Jin is awake he'll be able to help with those nightmares, " Jimin tells me softly.

"What's he like?" I inquire tiredly, not even bothering to hide the yawn that follows.

"Hmm, " he hums gently, rubbing my back softly. "He's my eldest brother."

I wait for him to continue, but it seems like he needs a few moments to contemplate his next words. I can see him mulling it through, eyes deepened in a pensive sort of way as he chews on his bottom lip.

"He's a good brother. A good Fae. Cares deeply about those closest to him, " Jimin tells me. "Unfortunately he's also a bit like a nagging wife. He's one of the few healers that my village has."

My eyebrow raises on it's own accord.

"Village?" I question. "I didn't see any villages when we met."

"I should hope not. Our villages exist on a different plane than this one, " Jimin explains patiently. "It'd be a rather alarming breach of secrecy if humans could see us, or our homes, especially given humanity's passionate dislike for that which they can't understand or control."

The idea is just so mind-boggling, I can't seem to wrap my head around it. Jim in continues to ramble about this or that, knowing that I simply need to hear his voice before I can feel safe enough to fall asleep once more. His fingers trace lazy patterns into my exposed skin, leaving my skin tingling in their wake.

This time, the nightmares don't come at all.