You Were Never An Option.

With silence all around, two miserable lives turn towards channelling their despair.

Leia secluded herself in her room, lying still in bed, as she stared blankly, with a folded pose, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs to comfort herself.

Her soulless eyes stared at nothing; however, a certain person could feel the impact of her gaze.

As she had predicted, Mark watches from his flat screen up in his room, he sits in a slouching pose upon his sofa, with his right arm dropped to the floor barely holding the remote.

Nothing but sighs could escape his lips as he watches diligently as Leia doesn't move.

The two, trapped in their past, could not escape and turned to seclusion.

***

Three days flew by.

Three long, awfully dreaded days fly by with nothing but a gloomy atmosphere that even Stacia becomes affected.

"Please Miss, you have to eat something," she begs, knocking repeatedly outside Leia's door.

After that day, Leia became gloomier than ever, the only time she would leave