excalibur aiden west;
↘ feeling tired.
↘ talking to nobody.
↘ somewhere.
↘ speech & thoughts in orange
Having abandoned the Ibis girl, I carry on walking, walking quickly. Wanting nothing more than to just go back home to Ireland, sleeping and crying my life away, I start to cry right in the spot as I turn the corner. Grumbling a few curses, I run up the steps to the shabby apartment block located on the very borders of the city, my footsteps echoing loudly, considering my mono act.


















