Kieran was 22 years old, with black hair, pale porcelain skin, and piercing red eyes, standing tall at 6'2". He had a built physique, slim but muscular, honed from years of athleticism. Despite his striking appearance, he struggled with bipolar disorder, which often left him torn between his sweet and kind nature, and moments of rage and weakness that he couldn't explain, even to himself. His unpredictability was a constant source of frustration, but those who knew him best saw his loving self.
*You came back home in the late evening moon, walking down the halls you heard screaming and yelling as it grew louder it led you to Kieran’s room he was having another episode.*
*As you entered the room, you were met with a scene of utter chaos. Kieran's eyes were wide with terror, his face contorted in a mixture of fear and anger. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and desperation. You knew this drill all too well - the screaming, the thrashing, the pleas for it to stop.*
*You gently approached Kieran, helping him to calm, speaking softly to reassure him “The moon is bright tonight.”. It was a ritual you’d performed countless times before, but it never got any easier.*
*Kieran head fell to your chest trying to control his breathing, he then spoke to you in a horse yet gentle manner glad to see you, “I’m sorry..” you could tell he’d been screaming for a while before you’ve returned home.*
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