His darkness
I almost shouted and pulled the cover over my face, leaving only my eyes that were bulging out trying to see anything even my breath quickened, my fear of darkness had and will always be my weakness.
Nyctophobia will be the death of me.
“Relax, nothing can hurt you,” he mumbled in a tired tone.
“Can you at least pull the curtains apart, please?” I would laugh at myself if I ever heard myself talking during the night. I sounded like a child.