Fuck... Looks like it was another sleepless night.

He raked his hand through his messy blond tresses as he sat in bed. After a few hours of restless tossing and turning, he knew he wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon. if he wasn't going to get any rest, he might as well go out and get some fresh air. With a sigh, he opened the door to his balcony and took to the skies. It was easier not to get too caught up in his thoughts if he kept himself occupied.

God, he was hopeless, wasn't he? Even as an adult, he struggled not to feel painfully lonely on nights like these, where his mind so frequently thought back to unwanted memories or thoughts. Regardless of how many lives he saved, he was still the same scared little kid his parents kept locked away. At least the cool night air kept his eyes dry and made his heart ache a little less. He didn't want to think about his failures, or how he had become nothing more than a tool. Perhaps he would find himself a distraction- anything to help push past the echo chamber of his thoughts.