66.3 - Now that's seared in my brain.
Wes had been more or less okay until the end of November, at least by the standards that he had set for himself anyway.
However, as the days became even shorter and the snow started to make its yearly appearance, he found himself starting to withdraw more and more despite his best efforts. His drinking was picking up again for one thing, although he did his best to keep it under wraps when he was around anyone else. He was also having trouble with insomnia again, something he hadn’t had to deal with all that much since early summer.
Of course he wasn’t really concerned with that as much, since it was preferable to the nightmares that had started up again when he finally did manage to get to sleep. There was nothing new in them really, just the same old thing, but when he had them he tended to disappear out of the house for several hours when they woke him up. He didn’t talk about where he went or what he did, but he was even more withdrawn when he returned.
The fact of the matter was that the anniversary was fast approaching, and every day he was just a little bit worse than the day before. No matter how much he tried to block it out or how often he sat in the dark bedroom watching Aidan sleep, the images from that day were still burned into his mind. Something told him that they always would be.
Muse: Wes Janson
Fandom: Star Wars
Words: 250
Note: AU
However, as the days became even shorter and the snow started to make its yearly appearance, he found himself starting to withdraw more and more despite his best efforts. His drinking was picking up again for one thing, although he did his best to keep it under wraps when he was around anyone else. He was also having trouble with insomnia again, something he hadn’t had to deal with all that much since early summer.
Of course he wasn’t really concerned with that as much, since it was preferable to the nightmares that had started up again when he finally did manage to get to sleep. There was nothing new in them really, just the same old thing, but when he had them he tended to disappear out of the house for several hours when they woke him up. He didn’t talk about where he went or what he did, but he was even more withdrawn when he returned.
The fact of the matter was that the anniversary was fast approaching, and every day he was just a little bit worse than the day before. No matter how much he tried to block it out or how often he sat in the dark bedroom watching Aidan sleep, the images from that day were still burned into his mind. Something told him that they always would be.
Muse: Wes Janson
Fandom: Star Wars
Words: 250
Note: AU