A suffocating feeling of understanding overwhelmed him as tears filled his eyes. Ada was the only thing that kept him alive. And now? Well, now she was gone.
He couldn't live without her. Which wasn't an exaggeration, but the truth. The whole truth.
"Ada," he pleaded in the corner of his lab. "Ada, please. Please, oh please, oh please. I want you back. I love you. Don't ever question it. You're wonderful. I need you. I don't know what I'm going to do without you here to talk me out of it."
Nobody understood it like Ada did. She had been there every single day. Ada had listened. Ada had soothed. Ada had been there for him.
Myrnin rocked himself on the balls of his feet, trying to find comfort in the motion. He'd been doing this for the past... hour? Twelve hours? Twenty-four?
Time had no meaning. Not anymore. Not when Ada was gone.
Numb pain was sent from his nerves in his forearms to his brain. He took a moment to process it, not understanding why it was happening. Myrnin looked down at his wrists. He was holding each forearm in a hand. His fingernails had been digging into the flesh of his arm, tearing skin, ripping muscle, releasing blood. He had been hurting himself.
He hadn't realized what he'd been doing, but now that he saw, he got an idea. A torturingly sad, miserable idea.
Maybe he hadn't suffered enough. Maybe he had to suffer more for her to be given back to him.
With that being the only logical conclusion he could come up with, he began ripping off all of the skin he could in that moment.
He didn't want to heal. He didn't want it to go away. The pain was the only thing he could take right now, not the ridiculous emotions he was feeling before. He couldn't deal with them. Because he didn't have the answers.
Myrnin hated it when he didn't have answers. And this was certainly a problem he couldn't solve. Not on his own. And not without his dear Ada.
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