Aurelian Vale;
The ceiling above me is painfully familiar.
Every time I open my eyes and see it, I am forced to remember things I would rather forget.
Every time I look at it, I am forced to face the fact that I had another humiliating attack, and once again, Zane was forced to save me at my lowest.
I'm too aware of everything here. Too aware of the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air, the torturous silence… the weight pressing behind my eyes, like a dull and persistent headache that refuses to announce itself properly.
Here, I am too aware of the fact that there are some things I will never be able to fully control… and my mind is one of them.
I inhale slowly, then exhale.
My body feels heavy… spent. Most of my injuries have already healed, but the more serious ones are still there. I can't see them, but I can feel them.
I shift slightly against the pillows and feel the faint pull of fresh bandaging beneath my shirt.
