Another day came to an end. Another long day on probation, cleaning the streets he fought so hard to save, the streets he failed to save. It was a total waste of his intellect. He came from one of the brightest families in the country. He worked on research that could save lives one day. That all meant nothing now, as the metal band on his arm marked him as a rebel. No one wanted anything to do with him now. It was impossible to find work and shelter. Some places wouldn’t even let him inside.
He now lived in government housing in the “bad” part of town. It cost too much for what it was and being outside after a certain time could get him thrown in jail or worse. Aiden skated by on thin ice since the fall of the rebellion. He wasn’t even sure why they spared him. They killed his parents and younger brother, why not him? He was just as outspoken and integral to the rebellion as they were.
The young man finally made it home, about to collapse onto the sofa he often slept on because it was the quietest area of the tiny apartment. He saw something... or someone. It could have been a parole officer, a police officer, anyone that happened to have a key. Aiden never felt safe in his own home. Not anymore. Â
When he realized that it was Wyatt, he met him halfway and wrapped his arms around his love, burying his head against the other man’s chest. It felt like weeks since he last saw him.  “Wy...” he whispered, squeezing him tightly in the hug. A tired smile spread across his face. Wyatt never failed to make him grin like a fool. Â
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