It was time.
He had said his pathetic excuse of goodbye to his sons. His heart tightened at the thought of never seeing them again, but he knew they would be better off. They might be so young they’d forget him. Albus and Catrine both hated him now, and so he had continued to avoid them as he gathered courage to head to the coast.
The fog had arrived, unnoticed at first, but welcomed by the time the apathetic male noted it. It matched his own melancholy. He stared at the river. He couldn’t see more than two body-lengths ahead of him, but he knew which way to go. Cross this river. Head across the plains.
He ought never have left the ocean he both loved and hated. What a fool he’d been. To believe that he could have a happy home here. That he could make a difference. That he deserved to be a father.
He had to remove his own toxic presence out of everybody’s lives here. He stepped into the river and pushed off from the bank.
((Trigger warning for depression: Caspian is severely depressed and spiraling right now.
He’s located due west of the HS, just above the fork in the river))
Feb 23, 2018 12:07 AM
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