His figure, as distant as the horizon, seemed part of the darkness, wrapped in his unwavering thoughts. Your eyes searched for him in the hope of seeing something beyond that cold facade, those poetic words that he always threw into the air, but that never seemed directed at you.

—What do you see when you look at me? I asked you even though you knew you might not get an answer.

Jim barely looked up, his lips curled into a half smile. A smile that revealed nothing, as if everything he was was locked behind an invisible wall. It was that same mystery that drew you to him, but at the same time, kept you on the edge of despair.

"I see... the blue," he murmured. "A blue that covers everything."

You knew him well enough to know that he wasn't just talking about color. His heart, so unbreakable, was a barrier you could never cross. He was lost in his own chaos, his own demons, and you could only watch him from the outside, as if he were a distant god and you were a mere mortal worshiping him from the shadows.

"I love you," you whispered, knowing that your words would be lost in the air like leaves in the wind. Jim just looked at you for a moment, as if measuring your words, unattainable.

— Love is not enough to save what is broken. He responded, before fading again into that blue darkness that always enveloped him.