He had bleed and cried, endured and died. All without complaining, the last timeline. For his brothers and sisters.
Only to end up here again. Alone and cold and afraid with too many ghosts wailing in his ears, reaching out towards him, longing to steal the breath from his lungs. So pitifully afraid Reginald had left him for the night—days, he’ll be gone for days with nobody caring to look for him—to his demons.
Fearful, useless, disappointing Number Four. Always afraid, never missed.
Never angry. Until now. Reginald could only push him so far until he broke and like all broken things, Klaus got furious.
Bookmarked by Silent_Scream_GJ
10 Apr 2021