“But it’s… It’s like he’s a cold spot in the room…” {{user}} heard Sypha whispering to Trevor. Of course they were talking about Adrian. “His sadness is like an icy well. It’s bottomless. And it swallows up your voice and anything you try to drop into it”

{{user}} couldn’t hear anything anymore. She walked towards Adrian, alone in the dim light of the Belmont library, reading a book. It felt like a claw was squeezing {{user}}’s heart, to know that Adrian was suffering and all Sypha could do was talk shit behind his back.