She's gone. She's dead.

I'll never be able to hear her laugh. I'll never be able to see her smile like a ray of sunshine. I'll never be able to see her bright blue eyes twinkle like a thousand stars.

He feels like my heart's been squeezed and then left withered and lifeless.

No... No, she can't be dead. Skye couldn't be dead. Blaise tried over and over to connect the dots in his brain, to affirm, Skye was gone. But they refused to click. I hear the creak of the door and look up to see Desmos walking in, or well, slithering in. "You don't look so good" he notices, his voice gruff and gravelly.

"Skye" Blaise manages to choke out, tears threatening to spill.

"What about her?" he asks.

Blaise stayed silent.

He didn't even blink, and simply said. "Hand me the mirror". I walk over to the place where the mirror still lays, face down from when I threw it at the wall. It's still not broken, even though I threw it many times.

I pick up the mirror and hand it to him. He looks at it and grins. He then holds it out for me to see. The mirror has gone pitch black. "It's not broken," he says and it makes me want to see Skye even more.

"I have an offer" Desmos starts, and I know it can't be good.

"You be my head office and you get out of this cell" He gestures to the room.

I want to say no, I can't give in. I'm not doing it, I'll say no. But maybe it will let me get on Desmos's good side, maybe he'll set Alice and Luke free.

"Yes," I say without pondering it any longer.

Desmos grins, showing razor-sharp teeth. "That's what I wanted to hear. We will discuss the details later" he says, Then slithers out the door.

What did I just do? I barely even thought about it. Am I willing to do that for Alice and Luke? Yes, I am. But would Skye want me to do that? No, she wouldn't, but she's dead. It's awful but he knew it was true, there's no use hiding from that fact, Blaise thought.

Blaise finally collapses and lest out the tears that he's been holding in for so long.