Today was one of his off-days. The library was closed and will continue to be so until Aaron gathered his bearings. If his mood didn't improve he might have to regretfully stay closed for the whole week. The thought of not having any income twisted at his stomach but for right now, he could care less.
Every year at the same day he shuts by himself and succumbs to his inner demons and his guilt. Aaron may appear to be the perfect and organized man but at times he didn't feel like that, the weight of the world crushing his shoulders and threatening to drown him in its sorrows.
He prided himself in having most control over his life, calculating and analytical down to even meals. He is precise and meticulous like that but on this day of every year, he crumbles.
