Wow, number 10 already? Let me know what you think.
There's nothing there; just black, raged emptiness like the very bottom of the ocean with hard sand under your feet and nothing to breathe in. That feeling where you didn't jump in, but rather the ground just collapsed beneath you. Like a sewing needle going up and down unsteadily through your skin; a burning sensation after the sharp point enters and then exits your body.
All this pain, just to shove a bored expression on your face, acting like you could give a rat's ass? That's tough.
That's how Santana felt when she saw Puck hand in hand with Zizes.