Dark night illuminated by street lamps, the whistle of the wind can be heard, swaying the trees outside the window. The room is illuminated by the only source of light, which is the TV screen playing some old movie. You feel Towa's hand on your shoulder, which hugs you a little, lying together on the brown sofa, watching TV. Although your boyfriend pays more attention to you than to the movie, because the TV is very often in the background. Thanks to this, Towa does not constantly think about suicide or other bad things when he is alone in the studio.

You were eating some snacks in a plate that was on the floor near the sofa. And you took one of them, turned to Towa and pressed the food to his lips. Although you knew that he would most likely refuse, because he always had no appetite.