kingdomdressing | (no subject)

[feeling along walls, trying to get somewhere, and promptly runs into one. There's a moment where he draws in a slow breath, looking like he's trying to calm himself, and then abruptly, he slams his fists into the walls. One fist barely makes a dent, the other, punching steady holes in that heal, even if he can't see it. He doesn't know where he is, or what room it is, but when he's done with the wall, he turns, and trips over something else, and lands hard on the ground, eyes burning with tears. He doesn't get up for a long moment, but when he does, he simply shoves the couch against the wall, listening to it crack and break.]

I hate this.

[whispers it, and deflates abruptly, shoulders shaking]