Smith has to wonder- was he only destined to repeat the same mistakes? Was that all he was, a repetition of his failures?
Life slipped through his hands like grains of sand, and Smith felt powerless to stop it.
When was he ever anything different than the river, and the death that ran through it as surely as the blood in his veins?
He used to be so sure in himself and what he was, but now he isn’t sure of anything.
Rating: Mature (Explicit 5th chapter)
CW: Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Addiction, Drowning, Death, Fae manipulation, Knives, Blood, Murder, Arguing, Arson, Fire, Suicidal Ideation/Thoughts. see fic for breakdowns per chapter.