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It had been a night since he left Will in their room in a mix of anger and overwhelming sadness. He didn't want to do it, but he was at a loss...he truly believed he couldn't do anything more to help Will with his problems. It was that, and he was tired...tired of all the pain he was seeing Will go through. He just needed to escape for a little while...maybe, it would help Will too.
The thoughts put him through a restless sleep as he lay down on one of the couches in the library. His pillow is soaking wet with tears and his cheeks have many old tear trails leading to his chin. The blanket he holds close to him is scrunched tightly to his mouth and his back is rigid. He misses him but he cant bring himself to go back. His body is too tired and nerve wracked to do too much right now. Sven tries to find comfort in sleep but it does nothing but throw him into a mess of feverish realistic dreams.
The thoughts put him through a restless sleep as he lay down on one of the couches in the library. His pillow is soaking wet with tears and his cheeks have many old tear trails leading to his chin. The blanket he holds close to him is scrunched tightly to his mouth and his back is rigid. He misses him but he cant bring himself to go back. His body is too tired and nerve wracked to do too much right now. Sven tries to find comfort in sleep but it does nothing but throw him into a mess of feverish realistic dreams.