Unraveled // [Katelyn/Killian]

When the snow gave way to rain, they finally set back to work on the orphanage. He found the rhythm of the work particularly comforting. The echo of the hammers, the smell of the drywall, the heft of the furniture - this was work he could understand, he could touch and know. The shadow of his working thoughts followed another trail, somewhere that didn't fully exist. He certainly couldn't put his hands on it and he didn't know if he would ever be able to. So he toiled. He leavened the home with his sweat and his blood and his feelings and blocked out all the rest.

Until that day, when everything unraveled.

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