The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 137: Nightmare

Chapter 137: Nightmare

Abby gently guided Remo into their bedroom, his exhaustion evident in the heavy bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders drooped with weariness. Since her admission to the hospital, he hadn’t slept properly, his mind consumed with worry and fear. Now that they were back home, Abby was determined to help him find some much-needed rest.

She patted her side of the bed, inviting Remo to join her. "Come on, love. Let’s get some sleep," she murmured softly, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet room.

Remo hesitated, his eyes still haunted by the events of the past few days. "I don’t know if I can," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Abby reached out, gently taking his hand in hers. "I understand, but you need to rest. We’re safe here, together," she reassured him, her gaze filled with warmth and understanding.

With a hesitant nod, Remo finally relented, allowing Abby to lead him to the bed. As they settled beneath the covers, Abby wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close in a comforting embrace.

"Close your eyes, Remo," she whispered, her fingers tracing soothing circles on his back. "Just focus on your breathing, in and out, like the steady rhythm of the ocean."

Remo followed her instructions, his tense muscles slowly relaxing under her gentle touch. With each breath, the weight of his worries began to lift, replaced by a sense of calm and peace.

"You’re doing great, my love," Abby encouraged, her voice a soft murmur in his ear. "Just let go of everything else and sink into the comfort of sleep."

Abby continued to murmur words of encouragement, her voice a soft lullaby that lulled Remo into a state of tranquility. She pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, her love for him overflowing in every gentle gesture.

Finally, as exhaustion claimed him, Remo’s eyelids grew heavy, and he succumbed to the embrace of sleep. Abby watched over him for a moment longer, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for the man lying beside her.

As Remo slept peacefully in her arms, Abby couldn’t help but marvel at the depth of her feelings for him. What had started as a fleeting curiosity, a little obsession formed from reading about him in her friend’s letters, had blossomed into something far more profound.

As the gentle rays of afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, Abby found herself lost in the serenity of the moment. Remo lay sleeping soundly in her arms, his breathing steady and peaceful. She couldn’t help but marvel at the sight before her, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the faint curve of his lips softened in slumber.

She brushed her fingers lightly through Remo’s hair, reveling in the softness of its strands against her skin. She traced the contours of his face with gentle caresses, committing every detail to memory—the curve of his jawline, the slope of his nose, the flutter of his eyelashes against his cheeks.

Abby couldn’t help but smile as she watched him sleep, her heart overflowing with affection. She leaned down to press a tender kiss to his forehead, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

In the stillness of the afternoon, with Remo cradled in her arms, Abby felt a sense of contentment wash over her. This, she thought to herself, was where she belonged—wrapped up in the warmth of his embrace, surrounded by love .

With a sigh of pure bliss, Abby closed her eyes, allowing herself to bask in the tranquility of the moment. And as she drifted off into a peaceful nap alongside Remo, she knew that there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be.

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Remo’s sleep was abruptly shattered by a chilling vision that tore through the fabric of his subconscious like a knife. In the darkness of his nightmare, he found himself standing frozen in horror, his eyes fixed on the sight before him—a pool of crimson staining the floor, and Abby lying motionless within it.

His heart clenched with terror as he rushed to her side, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her cold, lifeless form. Blood seeped through her clothes, painting her pale skin with a macabre hue, and Remo felt bile rise in his throat at the sight.

"Abby!" he choked out, his voice thick with anguish. He gathered her limp body into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he searched desperately for any sign of life.

But there was nothing—no flutter of eyelids, no faint pulse beneath his fingertips. Abby lay still and silent in his embrace, her eyes closed as if in eternal slumber.

As Remo cradled Abby’s lifeless body in his arms, he felt a desperate urge to shake her awake, to somehow bring her back from the brink of oblivion. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he leaned close to her ear, his voice choked with emotion.

"Please, Abby," he whispered brokenly, his words barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. "Don’t leave me. Wake up, please... I can’t bear to lose you."

Each word was a plea, a prayer torn from the depths of his soul as he clung to the faint hope that she would hear him, that she would somehow find her way back to him.

But Abby remained still and silent, her face serene in death’s embrace. And as Remo pressed his lips to her forehead, he felt a crushing weight settle over him, the realization of what he stood to lose threatening to engulf him entirely.

Yet even in the face of overwhelming despair, he refused to give up hope. With trembling hands, he cradled Abby’s lifeless form close to his chest.

In that moment, Remo felt as if his world had been torn apart, as if the very fabric of his existence had been ripped asunder. He clung to Abby’s lifeless body, unable to comprehend the enormity of the loss that now engulfed him.

How could he go on without her? How could he face a future devoid of her laughter, her warmth, her love?

But even as despair threatened to consume him whole, a flicker of determination ignited within Remo’s heart. He refused to believe that this nightmare could be real, that he could lose Abby so senselessly.

With a trembling hand, he pressed two fingers against her neck, praying for the faintest whisper of a pulse but there was none. She was gone.

"Why?" he whispered, his voice barely more than a choked whisper. "Why did this happen? How could I have let you slip away from me?"

But there were no answers, only the crushing weight of grief and regret bearing down on him like a suffocating blanket.