pools of sorrow waves of joy.

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[he's not even in his own room, smoke billowing out from the cracked door as he lifts a cigarette from his mouth, the whole room clouded. he's been on edge since the day after he'd returned to normal, and now he's just.. plain afraid of facing the people he knew. so he's resorted to calming his nerves in the end by killing them.]