❛ i don’t feel comfortable in my own home. ❜ he hasn’t said it to anyone yet, but then again, she always heard the things no one else did. another celebration, but after the party died down, he’s still left standing. it’s quiet like this, though hardly peaceful. it’s hard to stay calm with his demons right in front of him, the likes of sebastian shaw, mister sinister, and gabriel summers trotting around the island freely. is he wrong for not sharing their happiness? for not forgiving them despite their transgressions? the uncertainty eats at him, playing his mind like an untuned instrument. ❛ and i don’t want to go home. ❜ a beat. he finally looks up at her. ❛ am i wrong for not enjoying paradise as it’s been set out in front of me? ❜ // @adiordiamond










