Leaving the Lonely

It would’ve been easier to stay in the lonely. Martin knew this. The lonely was comfortable, gentle, soft, and so very cold, cold enough that it made you not want to move, to be still, and just listen to the sounds of the ocean. It was an endless beach but there was no water there. You could’ve walked for miles and never come to the tide, but the sound of waves would greet you anyway. The Lonely was familiar, easy, and felt more like home than the apartment he had been raised in had. It was comfortable for him and staying there would’ve been second nature after months of practice in the archives. But Martin had never chosen the easy way before and with Jon’s hand in his, he would not start now.