[attr="class","CONTENT2"]Christopher! Chris! Henry reached out for his arm, desperately trying to grab his parabatai and get a hold of him - but he couldn't. He ran after him but the further he ran the greater the distance between them became. He wouldn't give up though. He didn't care and didn't mind if he had to run for years to get to Chris. There was a flicker of hope as his fingers brushed past the blonde but as soon as they touched he vanished into black smoke. Then he reappeared right in front of Henry's eyes. Chris' sharp, blue eyes stared right back at him before he was torn away once again leaving only a scream behind. A scream so horrible it felt like it shattered his bones.

Startled, the Shadowhunter awoke from his nightmare, his face covered in sweat. His dark hair was sticky against his forehead and sheets were already kicked off of the bed. It was quiet- except for the clock on the wall ticking away the seconds. Henry just sat on his bed for a couple of minutes before nausea hit him, forcing him to dry heave after he barely managed to jump out of the bed. He felt sick, so so so sick. He looked at his hands, but they seemed fine... clean. Nothing. It was just a dream. Just a dream, he told himself. He kept telling himself every day, every night. But for years it never helped.

Keeping himself propped up with the help of his bedside table he glanced around a room which seemed to grow smaller and smaller. He needed to get out of his room. He needed fresh air. Not giving any ducks about being shirtless and barefooted he bolted out of his room faster than Flash.

He found himself panting and out of breath, holding on to the cold railing of the rooftop edge, after sprinting up the stairs. His heart was beating fast... the nightmare still lingered inside him. The scream echoed through his head on repeat and it wouldn't stop. It just wouldn't stop. Henry closed his eyes, grasping the metal bars harder and digging his nails into his palms. He felt like screaming himself but he couldn't. Not because it could wake up other residents... no, because he could hear his father's voice in between the screams telling him how weak he would be.

Instead, he opted to let go of his grasp, hands balled into fists as he slammed them against the railing. No one ever told them how painful it would be to lose one's parabatai. They said it would be bad but the pain once the bond breaks was indescribable - unimaginable. Maybe that's why they couldn't tell you. Because there was no way, no word, which could describe it.

His breathing was still heavy, the cold night air burning in his throat. He opened his eyes again, sinking to the ground to sit down, head tilted back as he looked at the starless, black sky.

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