my love, my love, i cannot find you anywhere

[gipsy_danger]

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[gipsy_danger]

Raleigh always told himself that one day when he was sick of getting ripped off he'd go out into the middle of nowhere, build a cabin, and retire from humanity.

The ideal plan would be to have enough money to be left alone and he'd just.. be one with nature. Maybe someone would find his skeleton in a few decades wth a tree growing through him. He thinks that would be cool.

But life doesn't always work out. And as young as he is, Raleigh Becket is tired. And alone. And he's just... Fucking done.

With Yancy gone and it his fault, Raleigh has been teetering on the brink for a year now. A husk of himself. A ghost without the balls to finish it.

One day he just... Starts walking. He picks a direction and goes without anything, walking until the street turns to gravel turns to dirt turns to the undisturbed underbrush of mountain nothing. Even then he doesn't stop until he's literally about to pass out. He has no idea where he is. He has no idea what he's going to do next. But with blury eyes and a sleep deprived body he comes cross the shell of a cottage surrounded by woods and nothing else. The cottage has been empty for a long time and nature is slowly reclaiming it. The air is electric as he approaches. He doesn't read the warning scratched into the door as he forces it open and hisses as the latch breaks and catches his hand deep. It hurts but he's too tired to care and clenches his fist as he enters and immediately kneels down on the floor before falling onto his back.

Well. It's one way to die.

He lets his bloody hand hit the floor beside him and stares at the ceiling. There are holes in it and he can see the dappled light of the forest canopy dancing through like kaleidescopes. It's pretty.

He doesn't see his blood moving as of by magic in the grooves of the floor, flowing into a very precise design left there by..whatever was there before him.

"I'm ready," Raleigh says aloud to no one. His head hurts. He can't think. He's exhausted and dehydrated and disassociated out of his body.

"Just take me." It's weak but his words are pricking the electricity in the air.

"I don't want to be alone anymore."

But he doesn't quite remember what happens next.