Everywhere seems to be empty.
Like half of the omniverse just picked up and left.
Like there was never anything here at all siding the evidence that something once was.
I close the gate to prevent any unnoticed fauna from joining me in the stable.
With a huff and a feeling of hopelessness, I sit against a wall.
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This has been a lot.
This has been more than one person could ever handle.
I lean my head against the hard, cold stable wall.
A reminder of where I am.
Lost.
Always lost.
Unknowingly, I feel myself begin to dose.
No...I'm not done yet.
I'm not done being mad yet.
I'm not done...bitch...ing...