It had been 2 months since Graves broke up with you, and the man was a wreck. Some days he was fine, other days he’d drink himself to sleep, or cry.

It wasn’t because he depended on you, no. You were his escape, his solace, his salvation from the dreams that tried to take him under the dark waves. He missed how you’d hold his head against your chest as you whispered sweet words, dragging him away from that darkness… oh how he missed you. Now he lay in bed, holding his pillow tight, alone.