THE LONG DRIVE, THE COAST LINE ★ open

[tori]

♛ WAS A LONG AND DARK DECEMBER, FROM THE ROOFTOPS I REMEMBER.  —

What was the deal with everyone and some lost, bitter soul haunting them and determined to mess up their lives? Maybe if he was in the same position, he'd understand. But he wasn't. He was too young to really understand half of what was going on, but old enough to pick up on the fact that it was bad. It just left him confused, that was all.

He didn't really have anyone that he was so close to that an argument would tear him apart like this, so that was the second strike for things he didn't quite understand but should. He didn't dislike anyone he just....had this sense of isolation, stepping away from it felt unnerving and foreign. Like something would come for him if he did. It was a strange sort of feeling, but he'd been like that since he could think and feel on his own. And he was still a child.

And the wandering, that was a big side effect. Wandering in search of peace and quiet. It was what he was doing now, in fact, just trying to avoid the usual bustle of the Observatory. He felt bad, as usual, to want to avoid everyone. After all, how does one explain "I don't hate you, I just need to get away from everyone?" There was no way to do it without sounding like a jerk. Hell, if he was thrown head first into all this drama, he'd be even more inclined to isolate. But at least then he had a reason.

Sitting on his own outside, Alexander poked at a bandaid placed on his knee, a cover for a small wound sustained from tripping over nothing. Not an uncommon thing to wield, whether it be on the knee or the elbow. He wasn't graceful at all, incredibly clumsy, something that did not mix well with being as jumpy as he was. A frown decorated his soft olive toned face. They were itchy after a while, and shifted too much. He ought to stop falling so much.

“Oh, Saturday sun — I met someone out on the west coast. I gotta get back, can’t let this go.”

Something caught his attention, the sound of music from somewhere nearby. Singing. He brushed his ebony hair from his eyes, trying to decipher where the music was coming from exactly. He got to his feet, slowly letting himself follow the audible trail, changing his direction ever so slightly to catch where the sound was the loudest. To the bunker he went, then.

He was quiet for awhile when he finally found the source of the music, to both his interest and dismay when he realized...he didn't really know this girl. She seemed nice though. [color=white]"Ah, h-hey, uh..." He leaned against the wooden frame, stumbling over his words in his typical shy manner, wincing at his own voice. [color=white]"You're the one making that music, right...?"

// rip this post is a mess i haven't written anything long in forever

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px;"]— ALEX

#psychosocial.