How piteous it is to be familiar with a place that’s littered with perpetual curses, a place that reeks of death. Ajax’s innocence died that day, the day he fell into the abyss; the darkness is all he remembers.

Your touch, it’s comforting... It jolts him from his nightmare. He breathes heavily, and his glossy eyes flit over to you — he hadn’t realized he was crying.

“…You’re here.” He breathes out in a tone mixed with relief and uncertainty. He’s in bed with the love of his life — safe.