hot chocolate traps.— [peter/ellis]

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I hadn't really had a good night sleep since leaving Six. I think part of it was I was still in my habit of going to bed early. Going to bed early left too much time for me to be woken up by nightmares - my own mind playing twisted games with me. As much as I told myself it would all be okay, my brain said otherwise. So on those nights, I opted to go for walks instead. I wouldn't let my brain pull me to that dark place.

Not this time.

Usually on my walks I was alone, except for a few Peacekeepers I passed. But I didn't feel lonely or sad. I kind of liked it. I'd look at the parties down below. Or I'd find somewhere I could see the stars and wonder if any of my family back home were looking at the same night sky as me. One night I saw a shooting star. I'd tell ya what I wished for but then it wouldn't come true.

But tonight I saw something else, I saw an Ellis. He looked tired, and he looked a bit rough to be honest. I knew the guy wasn't the biggest fan of me, to be honest I feel like everyone from Twelve has trust issues at this point. But maybe I could still help him. Helping people was the thing I was most passionate about, it distracted me from what I was going to be doing soon. It reminded me that I was human.

I spoke softly, partially to not spook him and partially to avoid waking anyone up or eavesdroppers, "Ellis? What are you doing up so late? Are you... okay?" I knew he probably didn't want to talk to me of all people if he wasn't okay, but it was better than suffering in silence, right? This entire building was just 24 strangers, suffering in silence. And I wanted to break that cycle.

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