Kylie hadn't eaten or bathed since she and Aziza had returned home, instead spending all day and night laying on the couch. Reruns of The Owl House, one of her favorite cartoons, endlessly played on a loop on the television in front of her, which she didn't bother paying attention to. She had tried, briefly, to watch the new Obi Wan Kenobi series on Disney+(Star Wars had decided, like many movies and TV shows, to pretend that the Great Change had never happened, with female actresses playing male characters), but despite WANTING to enjoy it, she just...couldn't and didn't continue on with the following episodes. How could she enjoy anything anymore? Nothing mattered now that she was a mass murderer.
Her eyes were glassy, her hair was a rats nest, and overall, she looked like a mess. Tarnished beauty.
Aziza had tried speaking to Kylie, buying her an R2D2 plushie, cooking for her, and even fingering her vagina while kissing up and down her body, but none of it worked.
Today, she had barely registered that Aziza hadn't been home in two days.
"Maybe Aziza is out cheating on me? Who knows? Who cares? I'm evil apparently, so do I really deserve Aziza anyway?"
Kylie didn't even have the energy to kill herself even though she wanted to. She just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.
The djinn watching over her guarded her silently, sad by her sadness.