_{the one time that he wanted had convinced himself to actually go to sleep was far more eventful than he had liked. while ky didn’t need to sleep, he still did it every once in a while… to feel like he wasn’t slipping away. to maybe feel something different when he woke up. though, all he found this time wasn’t what he could call memories, but rather… what could happen if he was dragged back to hell.}

       _{he went there voluntarily once, but soon learned no one deserved to go there. nor did he ever want to go back. still, he knew that it was quite possible that it would happen – especially with his ex’s, and the other’s he’s pissed off over the years.} 

           _{“i’m fine.” a lie, he wasn’t fine, and every single fiber of his body was on edge. he just couldn’t focus properly on anything around him. a reason to why he gripped the sheets tightly; anything to keep him stable. to keep him from slipping back to more…violent urges.} 

           _{“i just…” a deep sigh escaped his lips. “it’s complicated.”} 

_{// @crispyblonde xxx}