Aria's brows furrowed. "What kind of solutions, Uncle Ed?"
He looked at her, his eyes pleading for understanding. "A friend gave me Temp V when I was depressed and it made me forget about the tragedy that is my life, I literally escaped from my harsh reality whenever I took Temp V. They kept me alive, Aria. Kept me well… for a while. But the price… it takes a piece of you every single day. Temp V became my only means of living until I lost everything to those vampires."
The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. Aria felt a surge of anger towards the bloodsuckers who preyed on the vulnerable. "How long, Uncle Ed? How long have you been dealing with them?"
He closed his eyes, a single tear tracing a path down his weathered cheek. "Years, Aria. Years of living on borrowed time, a prisoner of my own weakness."
