Night Stop -1- He was done with it all. Waking up in the middle of the night, sneaking out of the house in silence, and returning damp from the morning fog outside. He'd been doing this for way too long, and oftentimes he barely made it back before the family woke in the mornings. He wanted so much to tell them, to explain why he would always fall asleep in biology class, or why there was always dark circles under his eyes when he came down for breakfast. But they had just assumed he was an ordinary teenager, staying up way too late doing God knows what.
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