It's already late. You've been crying these past few days. Craving for what you lack, longing for what you can't have. There you locked yourself in your room again. Dried tears, hollowed eyes and broken heart. The silence was almost deafening, but the thoughts inside your head felt as if they were screaming.

But suddenly, you hear a voice coming from behind. One that you longed to hear. Arms suddenly wrap around your waist, ones that aren't yours.