fear {Kristof and Noah day 1}

Every step feels like an eternity of the unknown. It draws him further away from reality into the storybook unfold. It's a perfect idea, yet everything is enter as it seems. He moves around, one step after another until he feels like he can't move anymore, and now, everything just feels uneasy, without purpose. It's tough, and everything is crawling around him. But how can he prove himself, how can he pick himself back up when all hope feels lost? It's impossible, yet Kristof knows he needs to.

And now, now that he feels alone, he doesn't know what to do. Every sound startles him. Every little movement makes him feel on edge. Every hair stands, and he cannot bring himself the chance to relax, instead all that happens is roaming around endlessly without a care in the world. Surviving isn't the goal. Thriving is, and he doesn't know how to do that on his own, and maybe, just maybe, everything will stop making sense in time, but until then, he keeps moving.

A heavy sigh leaves his chest as he starts exploring some more. Going home is what he desires, but Kristof doesn't know if he'll make it. The only thing stand in his way is twenty-three others, and he has no desire to truly harm them even if they arm in. Being here isn't ideal, but he needs to learn to make the absolutely best of it.

 
table by Dars <3