Wednesday, June 10th
(night)

Luckily, the storm passed by him as if he was invisible. He managed to get away in the morning.

But not in the night. He locks the door and wiped the red liquid that's running down his nose with his sleeve.

Looking at the moon, he sighs

"It's reassuring to know that I could run to you when everything's getting too much"

He could imagine the moon smiling at him lovingly. And that was enough to lull him to a peaceful slumber that night.