☆ Control ☆ (COMPLETED)

39: Unable to let go of your beliefs.

After earlier, Blackhole had not made another appearance. He felt rather empty after the situation, but also guilty. There was no reason to feel guilty, however he couldn't help it.

He was enjoying his time alone, just quietly thinking about things. He was thinking about the past, when he used to hang out with his friends.

Tree would always despise Pen and his friends since they always did annoying things around him. Pillow would mindlessly encourage it, Bottle laughing throughout the whole thing, but was never really sure to what she found funny.

Liy would usually hang out with Tree or Stapy, sometimes both. They always hung out or spent time together, they didn't get along well but they enjoyed each others company enough to want to spend time with them.

Blackhole was on good terms with them all. Everyone was just.. in a good place. But then when Two came everything changed.

Everyone changed.

Everyone either drifted apart or became more violent and hostile. Liy wasn't their friend anymore.. Bottle was one of the first dead, and they just thought they could get Four to recover her.

But they never saw Four again.

Blackhole was surprised as he suddenly heard the door behind him open, turning his body as his train of thought was disturbed.

"Oh..Hello." He greeted. Golfball was there. He wasn't sure why she exactly was.. he made it clear he wanted time alone. It had been a few hours though, despite not feeling like it. Maybe he had been taking too long.

"Hmp." She didn't say hello back ".. The rest of the group feel bad without you. Are you ready to come back now?" She sternly said.

He looked off to the side, not moving "..I..don't know. I'm just.. aha, " he paused for a second "I- ..its hard to tell what I want. I..really don't know."

She frowned after hearing that, huffing. She wasn't sure what to say.. or how to say it. Things were awkward after the other day. She had tons of thoughts run through her head, but none of them fit what she wanted to really tell him.

Blackhole awaited her response "..I guess it's just..hard. I'll be fine.." he added on quietly. "..I always am.." he muttered the last part quieter.

"You know." Golfball went to walk to some of the boxes, tidying them up a bit to occupy herself. It helped her speak "..Hanging onto the past will not do anything but hold you back. Do not get into that habit, Blackhole. This is scientific advice.."

Blackhole waited a moment, before speaking again. "..Golfball, ..maybe you should take your own advice."

She flinched, pushing her glasses up her face and glaring over to him "I am not having this conversation with you again." She snapped "I ..look, I.." she bit her lip, before sighing.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?!" She hissed, embarrassed "I don't like the things I said to you, and now I feel bad for it given the ..circumstances with Pillow. I was mad, but that was no excuse." She admitted. "I will not discuss of this any further. I would rather we do not speak of that again."

Blackhole felt huge relief hearing her apologise. It made him feel a little better, even; like one of his problems were lifted from him.  He decided not to comment on it though. He had something else to say.

"..I don't think you understand what you're doing."

She growled , growing frustrated again. "Whatever are you talking about?! Of course I do!" She snapped "I just said I-!"

"J-Just in general. To yourself." He interrupted. She grumbled to herself, muttering things under her breath before speaking up again "How so??" She spat.