#vvarriorhearted

      ❛  START OVER & concentrate .  ❜  every word has its edge / but his only hope is to help her become sharp .   ❛  you are pinned down by enemy ninja without support --- what is your first priority ?  ❜

Send ‘Are you ok?’ to walk in on my muse cryingHe’d worked himself through two bottles of something, he can’t recall what they were at this point. He feels the weight of the fluid in his veins, toxication had led him here in the first place. To the only home he had ever known besides the one with Eliza, with his kids. His kids. They had seen him today for the first time in weeks, and their warmth was an absence that crippled him. He’d fallen back on his progress, something he had promised his wife he’d work on, something he promised he’d do better with. It wasn’t the first he broke to her, and he was certain now it would not be the last either. He pushes the tears from his face with an unnecessary force, the butt of his palm scraping away the water that betrayed him. His mother’s voice was soft, worried, and he wishes more than anything that she had not come to check upon him. He was a grown man. But she was still his mother. He swallows back the sob that threatens to escape the tight press of his lips at the thought of answering the question. Because his head is a mantra of ‘Can’t you see that I’m not?’ the screams of a need for help something he would never dare let free. His mother did not need the additional stress of his problems, he could handle it, he always did.