It had been fairly early on that Kai had admitted that somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd been convinced that one day he was going to wake up and find himself back in his prison cell as if nothing had ever happened. As if Havenwell were just some sweet dream he created.
When he woke up to bars on his window again, he stayed there for a long, long time. That was how things went. Bars. Bars. Bars.
Bars until he finally found that purpose of his again. That single lingering regret that he'd never fully been able to reconcile with. It had been exhilarating, and Kaito hated every second of it. He'd always known he was an idiot but this--
When everything became nothing, he didn't know. It maybe shouldn't have been a surprise to wake up to nothing but an ache in his chest and... wherever the fuck he'd been, with no signs of his regrets. After all that, it really had all been for nothing, hadn't it. He wished he was surprised. It definitely wasn't a surprise that it was the bars that greeted him the next morning again. Again and again, until suddenly it wasn't them anymore.
It still wasn't what he wanted, but he had a life to live. That was something, he supposed. He'd get used to it. Days would trudge on. There was a different purpose out there, probably. He didn't want to be here. He went to bed with drab walls.
His hands were warm. He worked his eyes open slowly, looking down at the hands holding his. Something funny caught in his chest. He looked at the boy. He looked at the girl. He looked and looked until his eyes started to burn, suddenly struck by the idea that he was about to wake up somewhere else again. Not yet, please. This was it. This was where he needed to be. Right here, with those hands in his.
[closed] wake up dumbbutt
When he woke up to bars on his window again, he stayed there for a long, long time. That was how things went. Bars. Bars. Bars.
Bars until he finally found that purpose of his again. That single lingering regret that he'd never fully been able to reconcile with. It had been exhilarating, and Kaito hated every second of it. He'd always known he was an idiot but this--
When everything became nothing, he didn't know. It maybe shouldn't have been a surprise to wake up to nothing but an ache in his chest and... wherever the fuck he'd been, with no signs of his regrets. After all that, it really had all been for nothing, hadn't it. He wished he was surprised. It definitely wasn't a surprise that it was the bars that greeted him the next morning again. Again and again, until suddenly it wasn't them anymore.
It still wasn't what he wanted, but he had a life to live. That was something, he supposed. He'd get used to it. Days would trudge on. There was a different purpose out there, probably. He didn't want to be here. He went to bed with drab walls.
His hands were warm. He worked his eyes open slowly, looking down at the hands holding his. Something funny caught in his chest. He looked at the boy. He looked at the girl. He looked and looked until his eyes started to burn, suddenly struck by the idea that he was about to wake up somewhere else again. Not yet, please. This was it. This was where he needed to be. Right here, with those hands in his.
He gave them each a faltering squeeze.