sense of self | davery
It was another sleepless night for Darren. While he had taken a nap with Ashton, he felt exhausted. His hands felt cramped from Lilith having him write lines. He was sore but he wasn’t even sure why anymore. He felt like he was falling apart, losing himself. So he went to the stables when curfew lifted, sitting in the same spot as the last time to watch the sunrise. Even if Avery wasn’t there, he felt safe in the stables surrounded by sounds of the horses and the wind blowing through the trees outside.










