_{angsty sentence starters : status / accepting.}

       _{both his vision and his awareness is foggy with the flow of alcohol in his system, his thoughts changing in rapid succession, simultaneously fleeting and lasting so much longer than he can take. it numbs the reality of his situation if only slightly – offers him enough of a break that he can pause and think, to try and make sense of a reality that is much too big for him. glassy eyes transfer from watching the bottle of vodka to mason’s eyes, and for a moment elwood tries to lose himself in them, to allow mason to consume him and take him and make it go away, just like you promised me, mason; you said you’d make it go away. a hollow laugh leaves his lips as the boy steps forward, a trembling palm raising to cup mason’s cheek, head shaking.}

        _{❛  destroy… there’s no present tense here, mason. ‘ve been a lost cause for the longest time —-  ❜ it’s spoken softly, and with a smile, but there’s such a sense of finality there that’s so unlike him that it shocks even elwood. there’s a light that seems to dim behind his eyes as he speaks, yet they still watch him, this beautiful; beautiful boy in front of him, but they don’t see him. elwood’s eyes stopped seeing the world a long time ago.  ❛  you just weren’t around to see it happen. ❜}