It feels empty.

You feel like you’re in hell, you just want this nightmare to end, yet you know you’re far from that happening yet.

You get up and look around, seeing all the tendrils stopped in place with warning signs, you think you’re safe for now until you see her.

Cyn, still wearing Tessa as a skinsuit, emerging and holding the miniature black hole you made, as she threw it between her hands.

“Dropped this. Silly.”

She said as she crushed it.