Stone Circle To you I’m probably a light sadness

@Indra @Laurel @Valette

Hiding did little good—that was a fact of the matter, irrefutable, clear as glass. At any point in his life when things turned out differently from how he wanted, he had run and hid away. Although always quick to stand up and fight anyone that dared to look at him sideways, the true demons that haunted him were creatures that he was never able to muster up the courage to take on. So, he ran. He ran, he hid, and then the cycle would repeat itself over and over again; it was a vicious cycle, giving no one any peace of mind, nor allowing him to truly heal. The wounds were left to fester and poison him, driving him to things that only ever made matters all the worse.

Maybe it was time to stop hiding.

Before he even realised where he was or what he was doing, Alexander was loitering around the outskirts of a place he never thought he would return to. A place that, despite housing family, did not feel like home—but home was not always something absolute, it didn’t always strike someone with immediate feelings of awe and belonging. In a true home, those things developed over time, and they oftentimes grew stronger than anything that came immediately—and he wanted that strength, that place in the world—

—he wanted to belong for once in his life.

So he called for them, for whomever might listen.