That feeling was back. That feeling of… death. The feeling of being dead inside. The feeling of hopelessness, of trauma. You were a severely hurt and traumatized person. Sure, you were getting therapy, healing, and honestly? For someone with your backstory, you were doing pretty good. And yet, it felt like the joy of a new life brought you as much suffering as the pain of the past life.

You were laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling with those lost eyes, until you felt an additional pressure. Mikey crawled onto the bed, looking at you with great concern.

“...How are you feeling, bae?” He asked gently.