*Mic test, mic test.*
Yuri felt like the floor was going to crumble beneath her. The bathroom sink splurted water and muck on the walls, far from what it normally did, and the broken light bulbs above did their best to stay alive with a spark or two of electricity. There was so many things Yuri wanted to say, to shout, to scream about, but her trembling feet did the talking for her. She looked down on the tiles scattered across the floor.
“If we keep on with this, it’s going to end badly for you.”
In front of her, the dazzling Jessica, who had just manipulated the fusebox with her eyes—yes, her eyes, and she’s no ordinary comic book character from X- Men, but Yuri could assume that she is—stood straight with her back against the wall, her composure breaking down along with Yuri.
“It’s a fair warning, Yuri.”
Yuri did not speak. She took a step, two steps, slowly reaching out to the brunette, searching for the answers she wouldn’t have otherwise unearthed on the days they spent together. Jessica sternly looked at her again, and Yuri fell down to her knees again. Her blood began to boil, and she hugged herself to soothe the growing pain inside her. Everything was fine, maybe she could bear this one, but what was it exactly like to be completely fine when the heart is shattered?
“S-stop, please,” Yuri finally spoke, pleading for her life, and maybe her love. “This—this has to better stop.”
