The first night.... Open to anyone.
It had been ten days since his last incident, and that was because he was starting to try to control himself. It wasn't as easy as he thought it would originally be.
He was staying at a local motel in the area, but had been unable to rest easily, despite the feeling that he no longer had to run. Safe was a strange feeling for him, and he knew it was fleeting because he would never be safe, nor would anyone else, from himself.
He had left the motel anxiously, not knowing exactly why, however it eased his mind to stroll down the dark streets on his own. Finally he found himself standing before a small grassy hill, collapsing down into the soft, fresh smelling blades that seemed to outstretched towards his weary frame as if they wanted to only embrace him. Comforted at that idea, he sank slowly into the grass, nestling so that he was sitting with his legs bent upwards at and angle, forearms resting delicately on his knees. He knew he probably looked rather frightening, being on the run didn't leave one with much time to spend on an appearance, and he was much too tired to deal with it at present. He had managed to grow a rather patchy beard, which was unkempt, his frame clothes in very old, baggy sweats, a running jacket covering the top of his body, and dirty white cheap running shoes on his feet. He used to care a lot about his appearance, and perhaps now he will be able to once more.
His brown eyes swam with moonlight, beneath the shaggy mane of dark hair that cascaded into his face from beneath the ball cap he wore, and he sighed softly at the breeze that fluttered past. The night was trying to be friendly, comforting, but he was resisting, as that was all he knew. He pretended not to notice the gentle touch of the breeze, and the soothing aroma of the fresh grass. Those things never lasted and they only caused him pain that would eventually lead him by he hand into arch different darkness all together, something that he wasn't willing to do just yet.