- radiostatic angst -

'He's back, he's really back..' Vox thought as he walked the same path he and Alastor used to frequent so jovially together. He knew those days were gone forever, and that he'd never be able to get them back. Ignoring the concerned gazes of onlookers, he walked on with his head bowed, trying to hold back tears as the memories of all the good times they had came flooding back. Oh, how carefree he was.. how naive. The moment he reached the entrance of Alastor's favourite rose garden, the tears were already pouring. 'Why now.. he should've just stayed gone.. I hate him, I HATE HIM..' A forced, almost manaical smile widened across his screen as more tears continued to pour like a waterwall, his deep sorrow and years of pent up anguish melting into a simmering, fiery pit of rage and profound resentment. He collapses onto the grass and curls up into a ball, sobbing and convulsing violently with his face in the dirt, claws gouging deep into the soil. 'HATRED... ONLY.. HATRED.'