Darkness. A thing that I should be used to since I first looked at the sun, but I still get the panicky feeling. No colors, no smells, no tastes. Nothing. I can feel my eyes open uselessly and my hand pushing up my red tinted glasses. I use my hyperactive senses to find someone, anyone. I can't be here alone with my thoughts, I can't have the raging regret building in me and the darkness surrounding me, taking over me. I sit down, trying to make my breathing patterns back to normal. What if someone saw me, Gog forbid it be Y/n who sees me in this vulnerable state? I shiver at the thought. The thought also makes me more panicky, the opposite of what I want. "Terezi?" I heard someone call out. No, no, no, I can't have them see my weaker self, they will think I'm shit, I am shit, Gog why can't I just go invisible? "Terezi!" I heard the voice say louder. I sniff a little and the scent of cherries invade my nose. It's either Karkat or Y/n, but they aren't cursing wildly or yelling loudly. Y/n, then. I don't yell back. 

She became panicked, I can tell. I stay still and make sure she can't see me. She would see how awful and horrible I am, how weak I can be, how idiotic I can be. It was my fault for forcing Karkat to be the leader of the game and to even start the game in the first place! I sniff some more, my tears warming my cheeks. Blueberries, I always smelled of blueberries while she smells like cherries. I place my head in my knees and my arms holding myself. "Terezi, please answer!" I heard her voice. She passed by this room, whatever this dark hell-room is. I sniff a few more and the fleeting scent relaxes me for a few seconds. "Ter?" The scent came back, overwhelming my nostrils and making more tears spring onto my useless, useless eyes. 

Her arms engulfed me and my sobs echo off the empty room. She is so warm and comforting and perfect, while I am incompetent of anything, useless, a waste of space. She sits next to me and I rest my head against her shoulder. My hand was wrapped in hers, our legs slightly tangled. "You wanna talk about it?" She murmurs softly. I shake my head and she kisses my forehead. "That's totally fine. I'm here when you're ready to." I nod and wipe the last tears that are rolling down my cheeks. She untangles our hand and wraps her arm around my shoulders. I curl up into her side and she hums a little something to keep my mind occupied. I'm so tired from crying and feeling sorry for myself. I felt my eyes blink to close as she continues humming. Her hair tickles my face for a second as the cherry scented girl overwhelms my senses and thoughts. How could I have taken my overwhelming feeling so far as to need dear Y/n's comfort? She lulls me into a deep, undisturbed slumber with her humming and the mask of cherry. 

**Sorry I haven't been writing that often, you probably understand the craze of Christmas/any holiday with relatives. I have to admit, I don't always like Christmas, but this was a good year. I got a miCROPHONE (!!) So now I can really start the band up with some proper materials and I could possibly record my own music better :oD. My aunt and uncle came down from out of state and it's been so nice catching up with them since they couldn't come down last year. Also, I am now a year older than I was previously because my birthday was the 15th of December! Again, I don't have the best birthday (I'll explain later), but I got a wonderful book so I can say I enjoyed myself this year (finally). I hope everyone has had a wonderful holiday break and time with their family, and I hope to be writing more after the craze of New Year's and school starting again. Thanks for all your patience and kindness, and I hope to continue writing soon! Bye!**