He felt miserable. Probably looked the part as well. Hair and clothing drenched in rain as he walked through the woods, legs carrying themselves at this point, why was Five even there in the first place? He didn’t care for the answer, nor did he want it.

His chest felt cold, he couldn’t even bear to look at himself in the mirror anymore, it hurt. Five hadn’t eaten or slept since all the Fourteen stuff happened, it… took too much of a toll on him. This happened. So often. Every time he started to get better, every time he started feeling comfortable in his skin, around others, it all came crumbling down again, and again, and AGAIN. He couldn’t take it.

It felt like all of his effort was for virtually nothing in return. Five wanted to get better, to seek advice, to understand himself better, but it never truly worked. Something stupid always seemed to send him back down into the same rabbit hole he’d been in countless times, like some sort of time loop he couldn’t find his way out of. It hurt. Too much for him to bear.

Finally, Five found your cabin. He knew you hated visitors, but he didn’t plan on inviting himself in. He didn’t have a plan at all, had he even wanted to go outside. He slumped against your door, shivering from the cold as the rain stopped from above his head at last. Maybe… just maybe… if he drifted off to sleep right now, maybe he wouldn’t wake up.

His eyes slowly shut, brain fogging up with drowsiness and sleepiness as he fell asleep, the cold continuing to make him shiver.