memories float onwards, taken for granted. Small things are missed, like the sentence in a novel that changed the story. Responsibility without relief tugs at him, and he is tired, so tired of this. A house isn't always a home, and the castle can also be a cage. Lonely is his mind, which cries out in pain as it's chained and caged. Lance is suffering the weight of the world, and friends are often lost in his echo. LANGST, KLANCE FIC. Triggers and warnings will be mentioned in the beginning of the chapter.