Aurelian Vale;
I stand at the entrance of the garden with my hands in my pockets as I stare at the elderly people moving and resting about.
I had told myself to respect boundaries with this matter, but Ethan has become so weak he's been forced to stay home for days now.
I expected a reaction to stopping the inhibitors, but not one this strong.
I'm at a crossroads now.
I'm so tempted to get him an inhibitor just so he can feel a bit better. But I know I shouldn't.
No one should be that reliant on inhibitors. And that's exactly why I'm here. Inhibitor abuse is a well-known danger. Very similar to substance abuse. Yet, Grandma made Ethan wear patches all his life.
Why?
The garden is alive in that slow, quiet way that you find only in places like this.
A soft breeze moves through the trees, carrying the faint scent of flowers and something medicinal from inside the building.
