The last straw was probably when he went into the closed off bedroom and saw the closet of Westwood suits. He couldn't handle the sight and had cried for several hours afterwards. Tiring himself out with crying, he had fallen into a light sleep where he had a dream about the man that used to wear those Westwood suits.
Kicking himself awake from the beautiful dream, he knew it was time to start moving on. It had been 3 years now, after all. He wasn't going to be coming back anytime soon, if he hadn't already, so the sniper needed to get over what had happened, get over his loss.
So, that very day, he packed up all that he could and left the flat, locking it--and the memories that resided inside--up before departing.
He didn't know where he would go, but Sebastian was a smart man. He knew he needed to go somewhere that would keep him distracted and hold his attention for a good amount of time.
Finally, after some internal debate, he decided on going back to China. He was going to reclaim his nickname of the 'tiger sniper'.
Kicking himself awake from the beautiful dream, he knew it was time to start moving on. It had been 3 years now, after all. He wasn't going to be coming back anytime soon, if he hadn't already, so the sniper needed to get over what had happened, get over his loss.
So, that very day, he packed up all that he could and left the flat, locking it--and the memories that resided inside--up before departing.
He didn't know where he would go, but Sebastian was a smart man. He knew he needed to go somewhere that would keep him distracted and hold his attention for a good amount of time.
Finally, after some internal debate, he decided on going back to China. He was going to reclaim his nickname of the 'tiger sniper'.
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