Crash!
Blake fell straight onto the kitchen table, sending fruits rolling across the floor as the wood creaked violently beneath him.
"Jesus Christ!"
Pain shot through his entire body at once.
"That hurt…"
For several long seconds, he didn't move.
Then slowly, with trembling arms, Blake pushed himself off the broken mess of fruit and wood before dropping heavily onto the floor.
Not even onto a chair, but directly onto the cold tiles.
Honestly, he was too exhausted to care.
The chair had fallen over nearby during the impact, but Blake didn't bother picking it up.
His chest rose and fell harshly, so much so that every breath burned. His hands shook weakly as he reached for the mask covering his face and ripped it off.
The cool air hitting his skin should have felt relieving.
Instead, it only made him feel emptier.
For a while, Blake just sat there, motionless.
The apartment remained silent around him.
