Silence.

Not even a creak of the house or a bird chirping.

Like those last few seconds of life, as you lye on your deathbed and everything seems perfectly still and peaceful.

Or the calm before a storm.

But in this case, no storm could compare to what was about to happen.

Fear.

Ethan. But even as I kelted his name, I knew he couldn't hear it.

My stomach tightened and I could feel the tears begin to stream down my face.

I slid to the floor, burying my face in my hands.

I tried to ignore how scared I was.

I was frightened for him. For me.

I couldn't imagine us not being together anymore. Not being able to see, touch, or even hear his voice ever again.

Pain.

Lena. That was the last thing I heard before his voice left my mind forever.

In that moment I felt as powerful, yet as breakable as I had ever had.

I could feel the anger building up. I was mad at myself for letting him go through with this. Mad at Ethan because he had left me. But ultimately it was the pain that I felt more than anything else.

The pain I felt as I sat on this cold hard floor, with thoughts of Ethan swirling around in my head.

Emptiness.

He was gone. Dead.

I could feel it.

He had left behind so much, yet took everything with him.

A little piece of me died when he sacrificed himself.

I was no longer myself. I could feel it changing me.

I felt….Empty. Broken. Hurt.

I was here, as nobody, stuck in a world full of nothing.

Nothing that mattered anymore.