2510 words -------------------------------------------------------- When I open the front door, it's with little surprise that I find Virgil standing there with his hood covering most of his face. He's soaked from head to toe. "I lost my key again," he says, but that's just an excuse that he uses. What he's actually saying is 'I can't be at home right now'. I step aside and let him in without question--I learned after the first two times that asking anything will just upset him more. -------------------------------------------------------- (Mostly fluff, but it starts off pretty angsty) -------------------------------------------------------- Warnings: - Heavy subject matter - Depictions/mentions of terminal illness - Mentions of abusive parenting (very brief and mild) - Depictions of poor mental health --------------------------------------------------------