As soon as a part of Eve's soul came into contact with the blob of my grief, just like a balloon, this unmeasurable quantity of negative emotion simply burst and broke apart, vanishing into nothingness and revealing an insanely tiny speck of something else, previously hidden in its middle.
Unwilling to let go of the matter until my mental state would be completely fixed, Eve continued to dash towards this speck, only for it to grow continuously in size as the distance between her mental self and the object shortened.
In the end, this speck was nothing else but my true self, combed together in the embryonal position, with the tears continuously streaming down my face and dissolving into nothingness the moment they dropped down my chin.
The loneliness.
