Standing beneath the rush of the shower, Skyler gazed at his reflection in the mirror.
The handsome face looking back at him hadn't changed—but he knew he had.
Yes, in just some weeks.
A faint, genuine smile tugged at his lips as droplets traced down his body, shimmering like silver threads, before he reached out to knock on the crimson gem glowing on the chain resting on the vanity before him.
"Are you still sleeping?"
No response.
"Hmm?"
He poked the gem with his finger, causing it to glow even brighter. A wind surged from it, making him chuckle—telling him the one he was attempting to reach was annoyed and indeed sleeping until he disturbed them.
His smile faded, replaced by a frown, as a faint whisper echoed softly from the gem.
"I... want to die... to vanish completely. I was never alive to begin with..."
The words struck him like a cold blade. He ran his fingers through his hair, frustration and anger bubbling beneath the surface.
