And then there was nothing. No joining heartbeats to break the stillness, no tinkling laughter to create some sort of distraction from the pulsating void. The only break from the perpetual nothingness was the pain, and the pain came as faithfully as the rain at the worst possible moment.
Crimson against porcelain flesh, flashes of truth across righteous indignation, and then, again, nothing.
Rivulets crystallized on tarnished silver cause people to turn away, as if in shame that they have nothing to give…
And again….
Nothing