Darker London

Julian was sketching, the pencil flying over the page as the drawing took shape below it. He had holed himself up in his room the second he got home from university, leaving his boyfriend and daughter to fend from themselves downstairs. It wasn't that he didn't love them and didn't want to be with them, it was just that he couldn't handle being around them right now. Damon's expectant and sympathetic looks and Aislinn's constant fucking questions.

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