Beck's arms envelope me as soon as I get into bed, better than any blanket I could have on me.

I rest my head on his chest, discarding any thoughts I have about using a pillow- the rhythmic beating of his heart my lullaby. It's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. The last sound I hear every night and the last sound I hope to ever hear.

I drift off into a deep sleep, my mind at peace. When I wake, I squint through the blinding sunlight and let my arm aimlessly wander for Beck. My arm drops to the mattress, failing to find my safe haven. I yank the blinds down and roll over. I'm the only one in this bed.

The whole rooms suddenly seems a whole lot darker now.

Beginning to panic, I throw the covers off of me & begin to pace the room.

Then I remember.

Beck left me.

The other side of the bed like a ghost town without him. Nothing remains but his silhouette still engraved in my mind. I willed it so much I swore I could still see the outline of his sleeping body next to me.

Tears fall onto where Beck was. Where he should be.

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I wake up in what I think is a cold sweat. I'm a little disoriented at first, so I keep looking around the room, unable to deduce what just happened. I hear someone calmly shushing me, but I don't completely calm down.

"It's ok Jade, it's just a nightmare."

Beck places his hands on my shoulders and instructs me to take deep breaths. I do so.

"Shhhhh. Don't cry."

My 'cold sweat' is in fact the ocean I've cried in my sleep.

Grabbing Beck's hand, I squeeze it tightly- I feel the need to assure myself that Beck's not going to disappear- then I embrace him even tighter. He begins to get up to presumably turn the light on, but I refuse to release my grip on him and pull him back. He doesn't try to get up again.

His arms still wrapped around me, Beck lays us both down, sinking into the mattress. I know he wants to know what I dreamt about, but I also know he won't ask me. He knows me too well.

Despite myself, I whisper, "You left me."

"What?" He asked gently.

"In my nightmare- you left me."

He squeezes my hand tightly and chuckles ever so slightly. "Never going to happen."

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A/N: As usual, inspiration came to me at the worst time (when trying to get to sleep- which actually played a huge part in the idea for this story though) and now I've forgot what I 'mentally wrote'. Bar two sentences. But those two sentences are what this is named after! So if I ever remember what it was I planned to write, I'll update this. I'm really quite proud of this actually. Anyway I hope you liked this, pretty pleasereview. xx