Point-of-View: Ciel Campbell
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I let out a strained sigh as I dragged my feet into my bedroom and shut the door, before flopping onto the bed. I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling, feeling empty inside. What's the point of anything anymore?
Today's the 19th of January, 2171, around 2 PM, and I'd just gotten back home from the mass funeral held for all the victims of the last battle.
I thought...I thought it would be more painful, but through the whole thing, I just felt hollow.
I couldn't help but wonder what the point was...it isn't going to bring him back, nothing is. Rex is gone for good, and I'll never see him again.
I'd been trying to avoid thinking about it, but today, at the funeral, I couldn't take my mind off it...and now, it's all I can think about.
And it hurts. It's crushing me.
What do I do? What can I do? What's the point in living if he isn't with me?
