The room felt unbearably heavy.
Jerry sat still, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
And then, without warning—
A sob tore through him.
“Haaaaaa~~~” he yelled out. For the first time in life he felt like someone was trying to zap life out of him.
The kind that clawed out from the depths of his soul, ripping past the walls he had spent years building.
Tears streamed down his face. He didn’t even bother to wipe them.
This wasn’t grief.
This was devastation.
This was an unbelievable moment, it was only a
Few days ago that he realized the extend of his live for Chloe and now she dead.
Dead just like that.
This was the feeling of watching the one person who made life feel like more than just blood and war—slip through his fingers.
He had lost Chloe.
And now, what was left of him?
Nothing.
Nothing but this unbearable silence, this emptiness that no amount of vengeance could ever fill.
He clenched his fists.
He had always thought himself untouchable, someone who laughed in the fa
