It was too much. It was all too much.
School then work then Senshi stuff. Day in and day out it kept coming, and it never stopped. Anxo was struggling so badly when it came to balancing life. And he used to be so good at it.. But to know how dangerous the world really was simply weighed down on him too much. How could he handle his own stuff at this point? And with people still regularly coming to him, giving him all of their burdens and worries, how could he be so selfish to burden them the same?
He found solace in only one place, tucked snuggly in the back of his small bedroom's closet. Normally when he did this, he had his iPad with him, curled up in the corner with a pint of ice cream and just blocked out the world for a few short hours with old cartoons or Korean Dramas. But that just wasn't the case today.
No, today it was too much... Coming home from the workshop at DCU, Anxo did the standard thing of turning on his television and listening to the news. There was always some sort of chaotic notions going on, but tonight was different. There was a report where, just two blocks away from where he lived, a young couple was found slain. They were torn apart by some beast who's claw marks just could not be identified. It had to be a youma, it had to be!
The whole thing struck Anxo way too hard. He decided he didn't need to power up that night. His home was safe, this area was safe. He could take a break, everything would be fine! But it wasn't, and that guilt just broke him down to tiny fragments of what used to be such a strong foundation.
At first his cries were heart wrenching sounds of anguish, pulling and tugging at his hair, sobbing and hating himself over and over and over again for being so selfish. How could he have acted that way?! How could he have allowed himself to relax when the world was as ******** up as it was?! Then, the feeling of helplessness began to set in. He was supposed to be this power person who was promised the ability to protect others, but even he had succumb to exhaustion. How could he protect anyone like this? His parents, his friends... Ezra...
He had no idea how he ended up in the closet in the end, or just how long he had been there when he heard the man come into his home as if he owned the place. It very nearly made him smile, but the hole he had fallen into was far too deep to let that sort of joy come back so easily. Still, he couldn't let Ezra know just what was wrong, not when the other had gone through so much already...
"W-welcome home!" Anxo's voice betrayed him so blatantly that you could cut the fake sounding happiness in half. "If you're hungry, there's Chinese in the fridge! I'm feeling a little under the weather, so I'm just... I'm just going to stay in here for now.." By the end of his speaking, his voice cracked horribly, and he just faded out to barely a whisper. The blanket he had wrapped himself in was pulled up over his head as he sat in the back of his once safe place. Ezra didn't need to see him like this, with his red puffy eyes and dried salt stains on his cheeks. It wasn't his problem. It wasn't anyone's except his own.
