A/N: I don't even... Know... Anymore... Just... Deal for now...? Drabble = actual 100 words this time.
Driving Deeper
A lone, dull light shone on her, milky white skin a ghastly and ominous appearance in the general darkness. Her dark, inky black hair hung limp and loose, blending with the dark and marring her with cracks, but what really killed him was when she looked up and saw nothing except despair in those baby-blues he treasured most. He reached out and she flinched away, driving the metaphorical knife deeper.
"Why am I the one that has to keep suffering...?" is all she said, but the weight of their impact was left like a mark on him.