When there's no happily ever after, there's just after.
His eyes were a blur as the world slowly came into view. The room was dark, quiet, nothing except for the sound of the fan lazily spinning above him. He didn't know how long he had been asleep for, he didn't want to know. He didn't want to know what day it was, what time it was, nothing. He wanted nothing but to go back to sleep. The tension in his head tightening as his heart beat rang in his head. Slowly the blond pushed himself up onto the bed, taking notice to the eerily calm room. Nothing felt right anymore, he didn't understand what had happened in the course of the day, but all he knew was he was alone. Alone, again. A chuckle barely escaped his lips as he reached for the bottle of melatonin next to his bed, rather that then the bottle of Tylenol. But consciousness was not what he was looking for. Not right now. He let his body crumble onto the bed, his eyes feeling heavy even though they barely opened. He wanted to be asleep before his thoughts caught up with him, before realization stepped in, before reality stabbed him in the heart once more. He wanted to be gone.