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It had been six months since the events of the New Years Eve, back to nothing but working himself off in college- he had been mostly focused on surviving, rather than making the attempt to cherish anything else in his current state; not like he ever felt the need to anymore, now that it felt like something was gnawing away at his internal being.
Working after a part-time afternoon shift in Tim Hortons, the weather felt nothing short of despaired with the appearance and how it rumbled with a monotone splash across the spanning sky across the city. That was pretty much his life, appearing bleak as he inspected it once more for the umpteenth time... rushing college work, doing jobs for money as much as he could, and counting the days that he could last further. He immediately left off his uniform at the rack within the lounge, clocking off and rushing out, having to deal with being drenched with only a hoodie sparing him from an impending sickness and cold. By the time he got to his apartment, he was already pissed from the amount of times it took for the room key to unlatch and actually unlock the door. Despite his efforts to look forward for something, that same thought keeps reminding him that something he misses had been forcibly left behind.
Avery, despite his efforts to distract himself via this miserable escape, he couldn't help but keep on reminiscing of someone. Someone who he would risk everything for, though he could not remember his name. Someone who had done something so amazing for him, he wishes he could do the same. As he continued to think, tears welled down the sides of his face while he lied down, the moisture clear with a disturbing texture near his ears, dripping down to his neck, before soaking into the pillow. He didn't really care to move anymore, too caught up in his head as he proceeded to think.
"You are real. You are special." He visualized the statement in his head, pondering as to where it could've been. As much as his memory can fail to recall the man, a yearning heart has an unbinding magnetism to where that love and wishing once existed, remaining unsevered to where it'll wait, and so it did.
Avery had finished crying by the first hour that passed since laying down, rubbing his eyes due to the stinging feeling and uncomfortable texture left over from his tears drying against his skin. He felt hopeful, somewhat. The idea of something he misses but could not recall, continues pushing him further to another day.
Hoping, maybe- he'd one day stop mourning a man that is no longer within this boundary.