"Why are you so scared?" "Because I know what it means to lose a person and I don't want to repeat." "Don't you feel ... empty for this?" "I'd rather live with something missing than find something that completes me and then loses?" "Maybe, you don't have to lose it, you'll never know if you don't try." "It's hard enough to survive like this." "Life is not meant to survive." "You do not understand! It's like... being in an abyss, you can't go up. You're underwater you would like to ask for help but his voice is muffled by the water and nobody understands you, nobody can read the pain you feel, and when people don't understand they label you as strange. I live in a chasm where I cannot go up and at that point, I can only pull you down and you are the only person I want to stay up with." "This is my choice, not yours." I felt his hand pass under my robe, I felt it slip on my skin and I felt cold rings pass every hidden corner, making me flinch at the cold touch. I felt myself shiver as he rested his head on my lap, continuing the conversation. "It's like I'm in a maze every day, looking in vain for a way out, groping in the dark, hoping to die every time. It's terrible when you have no sense to live and no ideal to die, you're in the middle and it's like if you were dead in the land of the living, would you want this?" I felt his warm voice vibrate on my skin as I leaned more comfortably on the table and squeezed my fingers behind the back of his neck. "I just wanted to be next to you, I didn't ask for anything else. If you do not accept the help of the people who care about you, you will never get out of the abyss you are in."