Jul 4, 2020 18:23:46 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jul 4, 2020 18:23:46 GMT
New York always felt lonelier than Chicago did.
It really shouldn't but it did. Tremayne wasn't a foreigner to the city anymore, he had moved in years ago, but there were days when he almost missed the way all the older ladies gossiped in his neighbourhood, about who was doing this and which kids were causing trouble. He missed the hotdog stand by the corner that he'd see every afternoon when he couldn't get lunch on time, the coffee shop that always made his drink a little too bitter, with an extra shot for days when he worked the late shift.
Most of all, he missed his old house. He even missed Sarah at times, and of course, his son. Thomas, sweet Thomas. He didn't deserve any of this, the man thought with a sigh. Tremayne refused to be an absentee father, but his inability to return home made it difficult. Only seeing the young child on his summer breaks made things more complicated, and left the two of them with more hurt than anything.
The shadowhunter sighed, as he pushed his way out of his office, locking it up before heading to the training room. He needed to get his mind off of this. What better way than to kick and punch some bags until his hands hurt?
It really shouldn't but it did. Tremayne wasn't a foreigner to the city anymore, he had moved in years ago, but there were days when he almost missed the way all the older ladies gossiped in his neighbourhood, about who was doing this and which kids were causing trouble. He missed the hotdog stand by the corner that he'd see every afternoon when he couldn't get lunch on time, the coffee shop that always made his drink a little too bitter, with an extra shot for days when he worked the late shift.
Most of all, he missed his old house. He even missed Sarah at times, and of course, his son. Thomas, sweet Thomas. He didn't deserve any of this, the man thought with a sigh. Tremayne refused to be an absentee father, but his inability to return home made it difficult. Only seeing the young child on his summer breaks made things more complicated, and left the two of them with more hurt than anything.
The shadowhunter sighed, as he pushed his way out of his office, locking it up before heading to the training room. He needed to get his mind off of this. What better way than to kick and punch some bags until his hands hurt?