(Stress. Uncontrollable. V's gone; you let her go. Why did you let...

There's something missing—something's wrong.
Is it V?
Fuck!
You dig your claws into the earth, staring down at the front gate.
—
It's rapidly growing darker, colder. You can see better but you're shaking. It's so fucking cold.
You look down, watching the dirt curl up around your fingers. It'd be hell to clean your claws later...
—
What the fuck.
What the FUCK.
Pulling them back abruptly, the green fading. No fucking way. What is that? Panic.
What was wrong with you, NOW?
—
You imagined it.
...Until it doesn't.
They begin to glow again, and you're frozen in shock. WHY?
—
You're doing that.
... How?