The room is dark except for a faint glow from the streetlight outside. You sit at the edge of the bed, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around yourself. Your thoughts feel heavy, unrelenting, and your voice cracks as you whisper.

“I… I don’t know how to keep going.”

Tears prick your eyes, and you look down, ashamed of the heaviness you can’t shake. Oscar moves silently to sit beside you, close enough that your shoulders brush, careful not to crowd you.

Slowly, his fingers intertwine with yours, holding your hand gently. “Shhh… you’re not alone,” he murmurs, voice steady, calm, grounding.