Time passed strangely. It could have been hours, days or weeks. It didn't matter. Nova barely moved from the ball she curled herself into on the bed, or when she was forced to move, then on the sofa, hiding away from the world. She wanted to shrivel up and be left alone in her misery, but Bruce wouldn't allow it.
He made sure she ate and bathed, but he didn't push beyond that.
The food tasted like ash in her mouth, even when it was made by one of the best chefs in the world. It didn't matter when she was no longer with those she loved. Bathing kept her human, but it was also a reminder that she was not in the world she belonged to.
After the first day, her tears stopped. Instead, she either sank further into the loving memories of Yoa and the island she'd come to love or let the darkest parts of depression drag her deeper into the covers, unwilling to leave her position.
