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Caesar had left Jojo by himself while he went to grab dinner. The moon was climbing in the sky as Joseph happily looked at the twinkling stars beyond the glass.
It seemed that communication was still an issue for the two of them; with Jojo unable to write or speak, Caesar sometimes struggled to understand what Jojo’s needs were. That didn’t stop the artist from trying though.
Caesar had been gone for a while now, and the stars became boring to look at. Wanting to do something else, Jojo got up from the windowsill and made his way back to the switch so he could turn the lights back on. His first few steps were fine, but a sudden feeling washed over him causing him to stumble.
Confused, he stopped walking, trying to regain his composure. His legs were weakening by the second, and he had no other choice but to sit down on the floor.
He waited another few moments for the sensation to pass, but it was only getting worse.
His eyelids became heavy, and his energy began to drain. The sudden change was a cause for panic for Jojo; he had no idea what was happening. The feeling was unfamiliar….
He hoped that Caesar would open the door and rush to his side and reassure him. But that moment never came.
Panic became unbridled fear, and with all his might, he began to drag himself towards the door, trying to get closer to Caesar. To anyone.
The exhaustion became unbearable, and Jojo couldn’t pull himself any more. His face curled into despair, trying to call for help as he felt himself fading. Even in the dark of the studio, he could see the color of his skin beginning to dull. His sense of touch faltered, and he couldn’t feel the floor below him anymore.
He opened his mouth, hoping that some sort of sound would come out, a sound that would call Caesar back. It was all in vain.
Joseph’s head slammed on the floor as his body went limp. His mind kept reeling though, loneliness and anxiety swirling as his vision dwindled.
Anyone. Anyone at all. Just to be there. Just to hold him and tell him that he would be okay. Some sort of guidance.
No one came.
The world around him disappeared, and the sculpture became lifeless again. The soul once inside of it tumbled into an endless void, silently crying for comfort.