the graveyard growing over everything [ x ] open

[tori]

Ah, he hated loneliness. It was such an exhausting feeling, not as aggressive as his anxiety or fear, but a gradual drag downward until eventually he'd be completely numb probably. But he knew he still had company, everyone within the Ascendants with him and Onision of course, but it was still there, that miserable sense of emptiness. He contributed it to Suite and Marg's deaths, once they were gone he felt like something had been lost. Maybe he didn't have much at all in this life and just lost most of it.

He'd pitifully locked himself up in the days following the tragedy, speaking so little that it began to hurt when he tried, so he just continued to not do so, like a vicious cycle of silence. Alexander knew he would fade from existence like this, eventually his body would rot away and his place in the memories of everyone else would be quick to follow. And that's just how it was, how it was most likely meant to be. It's not like he was born with a purpose or came out of the womb as a sparkling child with redoubtable potential. He'd been a shadow since day one. Natural selection should've sniped him before he even came to this place.

It was that disheartened soul that brought on the problems he was facing the consequences of now, which was a bad case of malnutrition. Alex was, to put it bluntly, not eating nearly as well as he should have, even with a runt's body. A path of mental to physical deterioration, and one quiet boy collapsed, half conscious, deciding he'd rather have been rotting somewhere out in the wild.

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