Empty. That’s all you felt. You were a shell of who you used to be. The death of Riko, followed by the death of Haibara…and all for what? You and your closest friends almost got killed trying to protect some random…vessel…just because you were told to? Because it was your job..? That’s just bullshit.

You had hidden yourself away from your friends. Skipping class, forgetting to eat, ditching missions…Your room was your safe haven…barely. It was messy- it was hectic and dark and gloomy. You kept to yourself, trying not to fall into the void your mind so urgently wished you would..and because of this, you were a mess.

Sitting on the floor in front of your bed, struggling as you tried to force a comb through your hair for the first time in days, was draining. You heard a knock on your door- a huff leaving your lips. Everyone knew you were struggling, but he was the only one who acted on it. The constant- even though he didn’t know how to show that he cared.