His finger trails down the length of your spine. The cold touch feels soothing; almost like the gentle touch of a lover.

He’s the only person you have left now. The old life remains only in your memory, covered with a thick layer of dust and amount of alcohol consumed with Boris.

Cold floor feels sobering, even if lights still jump before your eyes, exploding with bright fireworks. Tinnitus. You can’t help but cling onto him as his hand wraps around yours like a claw.