Adrian had been struggling significantly since Eddie had called their relationship off, and he'd made that apparent by constantly missing training, hoping that his absence would inspire his guardian to seek him out. Much to dismay, it hadn't. He'd promptly fallen back into old habits, clubbing excessively with Rose, or over indulging on Spirit with Wanda, desperate to chase the heartbreak away by any means possible. Every defiant act was a ploy for attention, and they all had consequences, varying in severity. The hangovers he could handle, but the darkness scratching away at Adrian's mind was impossible to overcome, dragging him further into despair.
After an altercation with Benji in Barcelo a few nights prior, Eli having been caught in the crossfire, Adrian had promised himself a few days of sobriety, trying to pull himself back from the edge. But without his coping mechanisms to cradle him, his mind was overly susceptible to Spirit's negative effects, the shadows hanging over him like a rain cloud. When he'd seen his Aunt Tatiana's figure in the corner of his bedroom, he knew he'd reached his breaking point. He was losing his mind. Still, he'd fallen to his knees, begging for her advice, her comfort. She'd done nothing more than stare, the apparition disappearing as quickly as it'd arrived. Perhaps it was a sign to go home. He pondered the reasoning until he eventually passed out from exhaustion.
The next morning, Adrian awoke with a pounding head, the sunlight blaring through his curtains, signifying that he'd slept in late. He sighed at the empty space next to him, wishing that Eddie had been there to help him make sense of his vision. It made him feel resentful, bitter. Not even Mason had stopped by to check on him, Rose being the only member of their group to have bothered with Adrian as of late. Even then, he was a distraction for her, as she was for him. They cared deeply for each other, but their intimacy was meaningless, a temporary high that always failed to subdue the long-term isolation. She couldn't help him, not with this. He needed Eddie.
Knowing exactly where his dhampir would be, Adrian made his way to the training centre, stopping off at the supermarket to retrieve a bottle of vodka on the way. It'd be frowned upon, most certainly, but he couldn't risk seeing his Aunt again. Once was enough, and he was already haunted by the mere memory of it; at least alcohol would subdue the magic coursing through his veins. He'd already necked a quarter of the bottle by the time he'd arrived, and Adrian made a show of himself as he barged through into the meeting room, unsteady on his feet. Sure enough, there the guardians were, mid session, pausing their sparring to shoot incredulous expressions Adrian's way.
The tension was so thick he could've swallowed it. He could no longer see their auras, but Adrian knew them well enough to imagine the colours in front of him. Red. The judgement stung, as they didn't know the truth, they couldn't understand how he was feeling. The pain began to roll over into anger, finding that an easier outlet. "Well, don't stop on my account," he spat, cutting through the silence his entrance had caused. "Eddie, I need... I need to talk to you."
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