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It had already been a few weeks since she disappeared.
Was it weeks? Or has it been months already? Two wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter. After all, they’ve done nothing but stay in their room this whole time. What else could they do?
Their closest friend, taken away by someone they hardly knew because of the aftermath of a reprisal which happened 16 years ago. It all seemed like a highly unlikely scenario to begin with, but to accept it’s their actual reality is a whole other problem within itself.
They wanted some sort of company here with them. Sure, Four came in from time to time, but it isn’t like he actually cared about them at all. If anything, it's likely he dislikes them entirely, just like everyone else does.
Two wanted an end to this.
To all of this madness, to all of this pain.
There were a couple of releases that they couldn’t deny they used occasionally, but they were all short lived. A few moments of feeling something—anything, and then it goes away again.
Back to feeling nothing, and back to wasting their life away in bed like usual.
They didn’t care if it hurt, they just wanted to have control over their life for once. It was a luxury; something they had to work for days on end to get a slight taste of, but it was addicting. The thrill of freedom that hurt, that was it, wasn’t it? Something they got over and over and over again.
After all, feeling pain was always better than feeling nothing at all, wasn’t it?
Was it?
Something deep inside Two knew the everlasting hole which burned within them without Gaty would never subside no matter how much, how deep they dug into their skin.
The hole would never be reached, never to be seen by anyone, not even Two.
You can’t see something that isn’t there unless you’re crazy, people believe.
But as they stare at the ceiling, it's almost as if a weight is there instead of the space between their heart and their stomach. No matter the amount of grasping, there’s nothing to feel.
Are they crazy?