[hr][center][h1][color=9e0039]Aloysius Leighton[/color][/h1]
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[hr]Date: 2nd August 2017
Location: DS HQ
Time: 04:00AM
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Aloysius hadn’t slept very well at all during the night. He kept waking up every hour or so in cold sweats. As the clock hands kept spinning closer and closer to morning, he would start to struggle to get back to sleep. As the sun started to rise, Aloysius gave up on trying to sleep, strolling out of his quarters and into the main room in just his vest top and boxers. This was his place. His life's work if you will. Now a former shell of what it once was. Ty, was one of the few who could remember the good old days. Not many others could say the same. Perhaps Emily?

Most of the walls were now bare, most of the furniture stacked or covered in tarp. No longer needed like it once was. Time was moving on, and Aloysius couldn’t help but feel like he had been left behind somewhat. The Guild was getting stronger. Rebecca had managed to create a team of super soldiers. And what did he have? A ragtag group of misfits that couldn’t decide on anything together. 

Ty was the glue here. It was why he was a captain. Though if he had his way, he would have been his second. It was no secret that the duo had a on and off affair. And it would have been seen as favouritism if he had given Ty any more responsibility. But everyone did like Ty. He couldn’t think of a single person who had hated Ty. Everyone loved Ty. How was he going to to bring the news to everyone else. How does he explain that Ty gave his life saving his own.

That was the bit Aloysius had issues with. Ty sacrificed himself. Sacrificed himself to save him. Aloysius. A man who he had loved, and in return got love back. This didn’t feel right. This was wrong. His Ty… the man who had meant alot to him… no, the most to him over the past few years… died...died saving him. Bell was aiming for him… If Ty never moved to block him… He would have been murdered there on the spot. The thoughts in Aloysius head kept spinning around. It made him sick. He wanted to curl over and spill the contents of his guts right now.

The thought of that caused him to stagger towards his chair, need to try and support himself. Sitting down he looked around the room slightly. It was so bare. So empty. He could no longer contain himself. His eyes, that had already been watering for the past few minutes finally spilled over, a small delicate stream of tears. One stream from each eye. The streams moved down his pale cheeks and eventually ran off his face, dripping onto the table.

That only sped up the process of his crying, fresh tears surfacing from his eyes. The crying to start with was slow. Small, low wails escaping from his mouth as the small stream of tears carried on flowing down. However, as more and more thoughts about Ty entered Aloysius head, the intensity of his tears and his wails increased, eventually overwhelming the single stream of tears and causing them to split off into small and small substreams. It hurt. His heart heart. Everything hurt.His body started to shiver and shake, his grip on humanity starting to fade as he wailed louder and louder.

This was it. This was finally it. Al was starting to lose. Salem had hunted him for so long, and now she was finally winning. She was finally getting into his head. Even if it Salem hadn't been the one to kill Ty. It still felt as if Salem was somewhat responsible. It was an irrational thought for sure… but his mind wasn’t all there. His tears continued to build, his wails turning into full blown sobs as he lifted his knees up to his chest, leaning back fully on the chair. [color=9e0039]“I...am sorry Ty….I am...sorry Ty… I am sorry...Ty”[/color] He called out over and over as he carried on crying.