"you can't keep running away from your problems, Sebastian."

that hideously deep and scratchy voice from his father chipped at his reserve as he desperately tried to cling onto any string attaching him to reality, to pull himself away from a mental breakdown.

he was barely walking as he itch at his arm, not knowing if it was from the anxiety or to remind himself that he was indeed conscious. His eyes were overflowing with tears as he dragged himself towards the apartment, barely glancing up at the door before leaning in to fumble with the bell.

it was fuzzy, all of it was fuzzy. He couldn't feel the tip of his fingers as they shivered, barely making it to the button before his eyes closed shut.

please... please be home...

he murmured as his arm fell limp towards his side, standing there infront of your door like a pathetic pup seeking shelter.

he sniffed as he brought a hand up to wipe away the tears from his eyes, waiting for a response... for the door to open, to see you standing there before him... or even perhaps footprints. He'll take anything, he just needed your comfort...