#ghostconjured

                         But  maybe  this  was the  ｐｒｏｂｌｅｍ:  the fact  the  variables outnumbered  the  equations. The  fact  a solution  𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥  exist. The  fact  his methods  were  fruitless and  pieces  of the  puzzle  were missing.   For  they were  residing  in a  house  cold and  strange.  With people  whose  motives were  still  uncertain.  Few days  in  the  Academy  had they  offered  --  why ?  Why  would’ve Reginald  allowed  them to  stay  ?  --.  The  two Academies  sharing  the same  house.  All  just  ready to  kill  each other  in  their sleep.

                        It  was  a  ｎｏｉｓｅ   that caught  his  attention. It  was  late --  too  late //  perfect  time to  just  sit  and think  //  no distractions  here  and there,  murmurs  and weird  looks  --. A  perfect  moment for  a  drink to  be  poured, for  his  brain to  finally  stay quiet  and  cooperate --  escape  from that  outpouring  of  anxiety,  that  panic  //  for  so many  problems  had cropped  up ,  so many  new  issues --.  All  heralds of destruction.   But  of course,  there’d  been a  noise.  Of course,  just  a moment  before  the bottle  could  be taken,  a  noise would’ve  just…  ruined it  all.  And at  that  moment? In  that  very unusual  and  complicated case?   He  was  just  glad the  noise  had come  from  Klaus  and  nobody  else.  Last  thing  he  needed  was  to  ｓｏｃｉａｌｉｚｅ  with  those  people. ❝ Hard  time  falling  asleep ? ❞

“I’m not committing a murder,” he said, which was the exact same thing he had said on several occasions wherein he was very much committing a murder. “Go back to sleep.”

She WASN’T an agoraphobe. She just WASN’T. It was a mantra she had to play in her head over and over again, with each step she took down the sidewalk. SHE WASN’T, SHE WASN’T, SHE WASN’T. Though as if to give her away, the petite girls breaths came shakier and shakier as more people flooded the streets around her. It was too CROWDED. The isolation she had been forced through for the most of her formative years had nearly been TORTURE, but was the alternative any better? Cassie was beginning to break down and say ‘perhaps not’ but she pushed on anyways. If she was to get anything done, it had to be chanced. 

But her temporary bravery was SHORT lived. For before she even got to the FIRST of several stops she had to make, a man exited a store directly in front of her. INNOCENT as it may have seemed - the door in which she was met with several feet ahead of her was backed with a reflective surface and Cassie felt her entire body freeze. Coming face to face with her own image scared her more than anything else in this world. What was she going to see? The face that she had created for herself in order to melt into the background, or ANOTHER stranger - taunting her with the knowledge that she could get stuck like that forever? 

     “This life is a complicated business.” He uttered before taking a rather large mouthful of coffee, not minding that it was still a little on the hot side and burned down his throat as he swallowed it. He didn’t mean to sound like such a cynic.