
The teen sighed, looking into the mirror one more time, eyes sadly tracing over the face that examined him in return. Then he carefully raised a hand, finger extending to lightly scratch at the hidden seam just above the base of his neck, slowly getting it to peel away. It continued, higher, very, very slowly and carefully getting the mask off. Even more than when he’d used the double mask, he’d wanted to make sure this one wouldn’t be pinched off or seen through, so it had been a great deal more secure than any of his others.
But while he’d wanted to keep it up a day or two longer, he didn’t feel like doing this anymore.

Once he got the wig and the mask off, the last thing he removed were the contacts. And then he looked in the mirror again, staring, before closing his eyes and turning to leave the room, heading downstairs to the front door. He was probably just going to the park.
…Actually, he wasn’t entirely sure where he might go.
He just knew the house felt too stifling right now.













