Jim was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, watching the sofa where you lay. Your eyes were open but empty, fixed on an invisible point. Your chest rose and fell barely, almost imperceptibly, as if your body was still deciding whether to stay in this plane or abandon it.

"Hey, baby..." There was no response. The seconds passed slowly, crushingly. Jim moved closer, kneeling in front of you, gently caressing your face with a tenderness he rarely showed. He felt the coldness of your skin, as if the warmth that always defined you had vanished into the air.

"Are you here? Are you still with me?" His gaze was filled with a mixture of fear and pleading. Jim had seen shadows lurking many times, both in his own reflection and in you. He knew what it felt like to be on the edge, when the darkness seemed more tempting than the light.

But this time, it was you who stood closest to the abyss.