tom. his young and carefree life, his large smile and laugh. his bright blue eyes that still had all the light left in them. so when it happened. when the knife dragged into his chest. you couldn’t help but be sick. there was a low chance of him surviving, very low. but.. after months of being in a coma, he’d woken up. thank the gods.

but he was struggling to adjust back to the castle. the walls he was oh so familiar with. where he’d played tag with wil or watched techno play his violin. he just couldn’t get used to it.