Gage “Sirius” Wickhame

Called “Sirius” by his close friends for his tendency to stargaze, Gage is struggling day-to- day with depression. Stargazing simultaneously fills him with a sense of wonder and of his own insignificance. He’s seemingly unaware of his own value. On better days he is full of charm and wit, and on any day he is a better fighter than most. But on the very worst days he wonders why he was brought into a world by those that clearly never wanted him there. If it’s even an answerable question, it’s not one he’d feel better hearing. It’s difficult to be his friend during these times. The way he tortures himself feels cyclical and infinite. He doesn’t need an argument, or even an answer. He needs a hug and some reassuring truth—that his life has bettered the lives he’s touched, and that his absence would leave a hole in that universe.