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((...Out of all my America's, Shadow(Freddie) probably has the most tragic past.
Shortly after the murder of his parents, he found himself trying to find comfort in the form of human companionship. He hooked up with someone he had found through the 'underground' agency. Although the relationship quickly took an abusive turn. Easy enough to guess, the relationship didn't end well...And because i love writing, have a little bit of a description or something from the last pic.))

Clutching the picture in his fist, Shadow tilted his head back against the wall and let out a shaky breath. He hated the feeling of warm tears rolling down his cheeks. And that hatred festered within him and sluggishly crawled throughout his body. No matter how many times he looked at the picture, he couldn't rip it up. It had been taken by one of the man's intoxicated friends and had found its way to the hunter's hands. It served as just more fuel to his temperament. His downturned lips tugged into a tiny smile and a humorless chuckle slipped past his lips. He really was fucked up, wasnt he? The only thing keeping him from losing it completely was his medication...and something else. Something or someone he didn't want to put into thought, for fear it or they would leave...
Tossing the picture to the ground beside him, he shook his head and just sat there.

Description
((...Out of all my America's, Shadow(Freddie) probably has the most tragic past.
Shortly after the murder of his parents, he found himself trying to find comfort in the form of human companionship. He hooked up with someone he had found through the 'underground' agency. Although the relationship quickly took an abusive turn. Easy enough to guess, the relationship didn't end well...And because i love writing, have a little bit of a description or something from the last pic.))

Clutching the picture in his fist, Shadow tilted his head back against the wall and let out a shaky breath. He hated the feeling of warm tears rolling down his cheeks. And that hatred festered within him and sluggishly crawled throughout his body. No matter how many times he looked at the picture, he couldn't rip it up. It had been taken by one of the man's intoxicated friends and had found its way to the hunter's hands. It served as just more fuel to his temperament. His downturned lips tugged into a tiny smile and a humorless chuckle slipped past his lips. He really was fucked up, wasnt he? The only thing keeping him from losing it completely was his medication...and something else. Something or someone he didn't want to put into thought, for fear it or they would leave...
Tossing the picture to the ground beside him, he shook his head and just sat there.