The Bracken Woods disappear from everyone i hold so close to me

Honestly, he should have totally expected this reaction — but it'd slipped his mind, somehow. Or maybe he's just gotten so used to living with the fact that he's a murderer that he forgets some people still care about those things. Still — Okay, look — I know what it seems like, but — He stops and swallows hard, gaze averting from the stranger. Fuck.
I'm not going to hurt you — I don't even want to be here, and — A crushing throb in his head cuts him off, and he sucks in a sharp breath. The barest hint of a whine accompanies the slow exhale as the throb fades to a dull ache. He moves without warning to kick the skull away, still unable to look at the stranger. There, it's gone. He says, quiet and tired — it's gone, and he's still a murderer.