Tired of this Ire || Chapter 6 || Open
Things were... a lot, for Matthew, at the moment. They always were, really, and Matthew, quite frankly, couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t feeling ridiculously overwhelmed. It almost felt as if every single murder and death and execution just sent the entire situation spiralling into something worse, like there was no way to just de-escalate.
It’d be too easy, Matthew figured. Hell, the entire last trial proved that it could never really be that easy, and that just made it worse, and things would probably never get better, and oh God now he was crying again.
Pathetically, alone in the 13th street bakery, just... crying. Not that that was any different than usual, but...
Ugh. Ugh! Why did he have to be like this? That was a question he asked himself near every day, but today of all days, it felt as if it grew in impact. For a second, he almost felt as if he were actually getting better, but all his friends just kept dying and killing and maybe it was just easier to stay the same. After all, he could die at any moment, so why bother with improvement?
So, yeah. Hiding out in a bakery and crying seemed pretty reasonable. But, beyond that... Matthew was frustrated. Angry. Infuriated.
Unsure of how to quell and quash this emotion, Matthew grabbed a chair and threw it at a wall. When he didn’t feel any better, he simply sat, leaning against a wall, and hid his face in his hands.
