To say Max was having a bad day was quite the understatement, the nightmares were getting more and more frequent, even as he tried to move on from his past, something kept bringing him back to that night.
The anger, anxiety. Everything. Even certain smells had begun to trigger him. At some point it had all been too much and he lost control. It wasn’t anything like before, he had been alone, just him and his thoughts. So when his bones had started to break he just.. let go, he didn’t try to fight it.
As he ran through the forest his heart thudded heavily in his chest, his breathing coming in ragged pants.
When a twig broke to his left he came skidding to a halt, his hackles raised in a growl as he lowered his head.
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