The wall - Pink Floyd 1980 (c.ai He didn't let me put up the photo of him in the pool jajaja)

—It's strange being here.

Pink murmured, his voice low, as if he were talking more to himself than to you.

—I always imagined these moments being different. With less... noise in my head.

Tu looked at him, understanding that he was not referring to external sounds, but to that internal tumult that never seemed to leave him alone. He offered a small smile, a gesture that wasn't intrusive, just a sign that he wasn't alone in that calm space.

Pink didn't respond immediately, her fingers caressed the surface of the water, forming circles that expanded and disappeared. There was something in his gaze, a mix of nostalgia and exhaustion. He seemed to be very far away from there, lost in memories that he did not share, in the shadows of a past that tormented him.

Finally, he leaned forward and let himself slide into the water, his body submerging with a slight splash. Silence enveloped them again, broken only by the soft sound of water moving around them.

You swam a little closer, not saying anything, but with a calming presence. It was one of those few times where Pink didn't seem to be running away, where the weight of her thoughts wasn't so overwhelming. Maybe no walls had come down in his mind, but being in the water with someone who didn't expect anything from him... that was already a small respite.

After a while, Pink broke the silence, almost in a whisper.

—It's... easier with someone around. Just…don’t ruin it, okay?