closed - @angstfactory for aiden
If last time it was the moon and the first time it was anger, this time it was melancholy. It had dawned on him in the morning what day it was. Tomorrow it was his 28th birthday and it was always a hard time - this time it was a bit harder though.
He felt alone.
He hung on for most of the day, locked inside his bedroom for Ben’s safety, but in the middle of the afternoon it was too much. At least he had half a mind to jump out of his window, his clothes ripping as he changed, vanishing into the woods the next second, his mind blank.














