Cube.

Prologue.

Evander watched his mother's lifeless body as they lowered the casket, he stood in a suit his foster parents had rented, not one tear left his eyes despite the pain that overwhelmed him, crushed him to the bone.

Hands made of throne painfully squeezed his already broken heart as he saw her face one last time before they closed the casket. She was gone.

The only person that loved him, that he loved, his home. She was gone. He was an orphan.

'Please' He wanted to say 'Hug me one last time. Kiss my forehead. Ruffle my hair. Tell me to be careful. One last time, just look at me'

Her voice...god, he could never her voice again, he would never hear the characterful sigh, he wouldn't hear her fussing over him or telling him to be good.

He wouldn't be hugged warmly after losing a match nor the celebration every time he finished reading an entire book and god, who would sing to him?

It already felt different. Wrong.

His fists clenched as he blinked away the tears that were fogging his vision but he couldn't help it, he couldn't even breathe.

She was gone forever. And there was nothing he could do to bring her back.

A sob left his lips as his knees met the ground. Was it supposed to hurt so much? Because if it was, he didn't think he was that strong.

His mother was dead.

She was dead. Nothing could bring her back, and he would give everything to bring her back, it hurt so fucking much, it shouldn't have hurt this much, god, why did it hurt so much?

It hurt so much, he couldn't breathe, every second felt worst than the last one, and he hated it. Hated that he was left alone to deal with this world.

They were going to take him back to the city in 15 minutes, everything he hoped for one day would be gone, his life would never be the same but what hurt most is that he couldn't say goodbye, that no one could ever fill the huge hole in his chest. That his hope died along with his home.

All he knew is that it hurt.