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The first thing Sky became aware of as he came to consciousness was the crushing weight of depression. He usually did a good job of holding back the immense tide, but there were days where he could do nothing to stop it. He had managed to keep it at bay for so long since coming to Syne, he had made the mistake of thinking that, while not gone, it had become much more manageable. He snorted softly. He laid with it for a moment, his eyes closed, the sounds of nature and academy life filtering in softly through the cracked window. He turned his head to the side and cracked an eye open staring out at the clear blue sky with an empty soul. He closed his eyes again, sighed.
Forcing himself to get up, Sky sits up in bed and swings his legs over the side languidly. He dresses with a mechanical efficiency, pulling on his pants, shirt, socks and shoes and his sweater, finally strapping on his belt. As he picks up Wind and then Rain from their place on the wall he feels a slight stirring up of happiness in his Soul, but alas it was crushed mercilessly under the weight of the ocean. His fingers dully strap on his blades and he stumbles out of his room. What a sight he must be, the thought vaguely crossed his mind. Stumbling down the corridor, a blank and listless, somewhat pained look on his face, faraway stare in his eyes, his hair disheveled and his clothes ruffled, the usual pep in his step not only missing but replaced by an awkward gait. Not that he cared about any of that at this moment anyways. As he stumbled down the hallway, he forced himself to appraise the depths.
As expected, there was the crushing guilt he felt over the loss of his childhood team. Iris, Grey, Leon... He comes to a halt in the hallway as he doubles over with almost physical pain, using a hand on the wall to stabilize himself as the images of his friends dead, mangled bodies superimposed upon their smiling, laughing faces paraded across his vision... Whispering voices marched into his ears as those passing by him in the hallways commented amongst themselves, none of them caring enough to ask a stranger if he was OK. Good, a harsh voice whispered in his mind, the voice of his depression. Right now, he cared not for the concern of strangers, what he wanted was his friends back...
However, there was more to it than the loss of his friends, he realized with dull surprise. Nay, mixed in, and even overwhelming his guilt was a nameless void of sadness that seemed to fill his soul with lead, making his feet slow and his mind blank. The volume of whispers had grown so he forced himself to move. He didn't know where he was going, wouldn't know until he got there. He didn't get twenty feet before a mental vision hit him like a two ton bag'o'bricks. Valory's face, always so open and clear; to see it convoluted by pity, disgust and not a bit of fear, directed at HIM! It was why he had broken contact with everybody, why he had fled to this Academy in the middle of nowhere. A Grimm slaughtering of his friends was one thing, to come back home afterwards to find that his girlfriend held him responsible in the same manner he did for himself? That was too much.
With an iron will he didn't even know he could muster in this state, he blocked that image and forced himself to move again, telling himself it'd be better when he got outside. It wasn't, if anything it was worse. The sounds of nature going on around him, of excited and happy students filling their lives with cherished memories... He foun himself walking towards the Finnek Forest. ]Wait! a small voice warned him of going outside the academy in such a condition. With Depression hanging over him, not only are his actions slowed and his body heavy, but Grimm would invariably flock to him. He ignore this voice, feeling a grim satisfaction that he might find his end. Even as he kept walking he felt a dull horror at this last feeling, but did not change his direction.
He stepped through the gate and didn't look back.
The first thing Sky became aware of as he came to consciousness was the crushing weight of depression. He usually did a good job of holding back the immense tide, but there were days where he could do nothing to stop it. He had managed to keep it at bay for so long since coming to Syne, he had made the mistake of thinking that, while not gone, it had become much more manageable. He snorted softly. He laid with it for a moment, his eyes closed, the sounds of nature and academy life filtering in softly through the cracked window. He turned his head to the side and cracked an eye open staring out at the clear blue sky with an empty soul. He closed his eyes again, sighed.
Forcing himself to get up, Sky sits up in bed and swings his legs over the side languidly. He dresses with a mechanical efficiency, pulling on his pants, shirt, socks and shoes and his sweater, finally strapping on his belt. As he picks up Wind and then Rain from their place on the wall he feels a slight stirring up of happiness in his Soul, but alas it was crushed mercilessly under the weight of the ocean. His fingers dully strap on his blades and he stumbles out of his room. What a sight he must be, the thought vaguely crossed his mind. Stumbling down the corridor, a blank and listless, somewhat pained look on his face, faraway stare in his eyes, his hair disheveled and his clothes ruffled, the usual pep in his step not only missing but replaced by an awkward gait. Not that he cared about any of that at this moment anyways. As he stumbled down the hallway, he forced himself to appraise the depths.
As expected, there was the crushing guilt he felt over the loss of his childhood team. Iris, Grey, Leon... He comes to a halt in the hallway as he doubles over with almost physical pain, using a hand on the wall to stabilize himself as the images of his friends dead, mangled bodies superimposed upon their smiling, laughing faces paraded across his vision... Whispering voices marched into his ears as those passing by him in the hallways commented amongst themselves, none of them caring enough to ask a stranger if he was OK. Good, a harsh voice whispered in his mind, the voice of his depression. Right now, he cared not for the concern of strangers, what he wanted was his friends back...
However, there was more to it than the loss of his friends, he realized with dull surprise. Nay, mixed in, and even overwhelming his guilt was a nameless void of sadness that seemed to fill his soul with lead, making his feet slow and his mind blank. The volume of whispers had grown so he forced himself to move. He didn't know where he was going, wouldn't know until he got there. He didn't get twenty feet before a mental vision hit him like a two ton bag'o'bricks. Valory's face, always so open and clear; to see it convoluted by pity, disgust and not a bit of fear, directed at HIM! It was why he had broken contact with everybody, why he had fled to this Academy in the middle of nowhere. A Grimm slaughtering of his friends was one thing, to come back home afterwards to find that his girlfriend held him responsible in the same manner he did for himself? That was too much.
With an iron will he didn't even know he could muster in this state, he blocked that image and forced himself to move again, telling himself it'd be better when he got outside. It wasn't, if anything it was worse. The sounds of nature going on around him, of excited and happy students filling their lives with cherished memories... He foun himself walking towards the Finnek Forest. ]Wait! a small voice warned him of going outside the academy in such a condition. With Depression hanging over him, not only are his actions slowed and his body heavy, but Grimm would invariably flock to him. He ignore this voice, feeling a grim satisfaction that he might find his end. Even as he kept walking he felt a dull horror at this last feeling, but did not change his direction.
He stepped through the gate and didn't look back.