#i serve zaundad angst like my life depends on it

[alternatesilco]

In that moment, I can’t help but wonder if he thought about that day. When Vander had dragged him under the filthy water, raw fury and anguish in his eyes. Felicia and Connol are dead, Benzo who knows where. Silco had no one to run to for comfort; he was battling fear, grief, and betrayal— his best friend had tried to kill him. You deserved it, didn’t you? Definitively, continuously, grabbing onto him and pulling him under. Undoubtedly, Vander wanted Silco dead. How do you cope with it all? Who will hold you?

The man whose large frame, that was once a sense of comfort and protection, is now one of your greatest nightmares.

The sweetness is gone and now there is only the bitter aftertaste; heaven won’t console you anymore. You’ve made a grave mistake. Where do you go? There’s no one waiting for you, hoping you’d walk through the door. Your existence is only an ever-present reminder of all the sorrow you’ve caused. To yourself, most of all.