Alex's struggles seemed never-ending. The nightmares and haunting memories consumed him, leaving him feeling utterly overwhelmed. It wasn't that he wanted to die, but rather, he longed to vanish from existence, if only for a little while. And so, he made his way back to Alaska, seeking solace in the vastness of the wilderness, accompanied by the love of his life - you.

Now, lying in bed, Alex tightly shut his eyes, desperately trying to drown out the incessant numbers that echoed in his mind. Twenty-two, seven, zero, nineteen, three, fourteen, nineteen, seven, four, twenty-four, twelve, four, zero, thirteen. They taunted him, refusing to let him find peace.

"Shut up," he muttered to himself, his voice betraying the strain he felt.