| @natusdemorte |
Φόβος— Fear was once more running through his body. Shivering and trembling to the point he could no longer properly stand any more, he had hidden himself in an alley. Hoping not to be spotted by anyone. Always haunted by it, without any particular reason. Or so he believed. He did not know the truth. That which he could never escape, no matter how much help he attempted to get; No matter how much he attempted to fix himself. He had sat down upon a small step in front of a seemingly abandoned door. Having pulled up his knees, he pressed his hands in front of his face in order to try and calm himself. He was doing his best to not have to resort to the usual strategy to calm down. He promised not to. But if this was going to continue like this -his breathing rushing now, while he was starting to feel light headed- he was going to have no choice.
