07-31-2014, 12:37 AM
Astien sat on the bed he had been given. His hands rested upon his belly, and he was staring off into space. The bat was sitting on his head. He wasn't sure why he drifted off so much these days. But he felt like he was drowning. Every day his baby didn't move, he felt a little more sure it was dead inside of him. Every time he was around Cormac and Wyn when they shared a kiss or held hands or had a tender moment, the more awkward he felt, like an unnecessary third wheel. Like he would die alone. A tear fell from his unmoving eye.
I'm just here for a laugh