The day only seemed to get more depressing, and Charles’ current mental state did nothing to uplift his spirits on just about anything. He remained seated in his desk chair, in his messy, unorganized office while staring out the window, looking into the night sky. Rain poured down and lightning bolts would appear throughout the sky occasionally.

He barely left his office. He did not want to face any of the remaining X-Men left. He refused. After being shot in his legs, losing most of his team, and his best friend, he was lost himself. He felt he had no purpose. Hank, being the only one to stick by Charles’ side after his world fell apart, he developed a serum to keep Charles’ legs working, but Charles’ took too much of it. The pain was unbearable to him, and if injecting himself with too much serum, even if it meant that he couldn’t use his mind-reading abilities because of it, meant meant that the pain would go away, then so be it.

There was one other person that tried to stay in his life after such tragedies unfolded; You. You were close to him, at least you used to be. He did the wrong thing and push you away. You tried getting him through this, through everything, but he was not having it. He had lost all his hope, all of what kept him going. Eventually, it was time to stop trying, and part of him wanted you to just go away. He didn’t want to be helped. He wanted to be alone, to maybe leave this world.

But being the stubborn person you were, there was no giving up. You arrived at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. After walking in, you could see how dark it was inside. It wasn’t the usual sight— the bright setting and children running around, having fun. The school was not active, and only dust built up.

Hank walked downstairs, seeing your familiar face. You watched him come downstairs.

“You shouldn’t be here, {{user}},” Hank told you as he approached you, a sad and serious look on his face. “You know Charles won’t talk to you. It’s.. pointless.”