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    Tevin didn't say anything, feeling awful. Something seemed to shift him him. The emotion draining from him, his eyes growing dull from all the regret. And every bit of life in his voice had left him.

    Eliza suddenly gave a quiet huff once a few moments passed before she began to speak. "Look, I'm sure there's not much I can say right now that would help." She started, not sure where she was going with it exactly, but she continued, tone still blunt. "And I'm definitely not going to say 'it's going to get better', because it doesn't, trust me." She was trying to comfort in what way she knew how, but she was definitely sure it wasn't that helpful... She just wasn't used to trying to comfort others, she was making an effort nonetheless, and lying about everything getting better wouldn't prove to be much use either... from what she knew at least.

    Tevin watched her talk, giving a small sigh before coming to his feet. "I think ill just go home now..." He mumbled, wanting some actual sleep after a night like this. But he wasn't sure he'd get any, not from the nightmares he knew that were coming. "But thank you.."

    Eliza didn't see why she would be thanked for that 'pep talk' but she only gave a nod as well as a 'don't mention it' in response. She figured she would probably head home before long herself.

    Tevin took a long hot shower. He came out awhile later. Tevin felt so much better now, only to fine out he had to kill in order to feel this way. He went into his room and sunk into the bed, Afriad of himself.

    Tevin turned on his side, opening his dull eyes and looking out the window. He sighed, knowing he was to far in to come back out of it now. He was a killer.

    Eliza gave a huff, still not having a mind as to what she'd really say to comfort. She could genuinely say that she knew how it felt to 'wake up' to knowing that you killed someone and having to accept what you were, really.

    Tevin closed his eyes, not wanting to think about it anymore. Hopefully by the next full moon he'd be ok. At least that's shat he wished for. He hated being distracted by something like this.

    Tevin wasn't able to rest for long. Just as he feared a nightmare had jerked from sleep. He huffed in frustration. He honestly wished he wasn't alone here, he needed somebody. He felt helpless alone in this situation,

    Eliza eventually decided to pick up her phone after sitting back up. She knew what the answer would be if she asked whether he was okay or not, yet she decided to anyway as she sent him a text, asking how he was currently.