Formalities and Casualties

His silence carries his secrets.
His clothes carry the scent of his victims.
His phone carries the schedules of his demons.
His mouth will forever be shut and he shall remain a vessel. He can deal with it. He is strong enough to deal with himself.
As a treat, he just needs to look at her. His anchor to his sanity.

The wall is breaking. His voice can never call for an aiding hand.

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This story contains dark elements. Please do not look for sunshine and rainbows.