Another day alone, just waiting for the eventual night to return. It was his favorite time. A time where he could cry all he wanted, experience whatever he’d like whenever, and most importantly.. A place where he wasn’t alone.

He slowly gets comfortable in his bed, halfheartedly pulling up the blanket to cover himself. Sleep came easily to him that night, as it had always.

He sits up, slowly wiping away at the tears building in the corner of his eyes as he looks up at his alter ego.

“!..”