Sanmos angst/whump collection

Can't go home

Sanford stared at the photo in his palms. It was him and all of his friends pre-madness, standing together, having fun. The nostalgia was strangling him. He wanted so badly to see them again, to hear their laughter and voices. But he couldn't, and would never to able to. The Madness had ripped the world apart. Highly likely they were dead, or had been converted into agents. Sanford's heart stopped. What if they had been turned into agents, and he'd killed them? Sanford's hands shook. No, no. There was no way....right? There was no way....
Sanford heard someone knocking on the door. "San? You okay in there?" It was Deimos. Sanford normally loved spending time with Deimos, but not today. "Deimos, can you leave me alone for a bit please?" Sanford said.
"Is something wrong...?" Deimos said, concern in his voice.
"I just need some time alone, can you go please?" Sanford asked.
"What's wrong Sanford? I can help y-" Deimos tried to speak but Sanford, normally patient and calm, yelled and cut him off "FOR FUCKS SAKE! GO AWAY DEIMOS!" He yelled.
There was silence and then Deimos spoke again. "O-okay, I'll go" he sounded hurt, but Sanford didn't care. When Sanford was sure Deimos was gone, he looked back at the photo. He longed for the past, the life before chaos destroyed it. He wanted to go home. His real home, not this stupid military-style-run down one, his actual home, with his family and friends.

But he couldn't, and he would never be able to.

Sanford rolled himself into a ball and cried like a little baby.