Occasionally, a discontentedly flashing lamp reluctantly bestowed its dim light, catching up with excessive oppressive melancholy. The oppressive dirty tile, covered with exhausted and stretching cracks, was holding on to the walls with the last of its strength. The ringing silence shattered against the thoughts swarming in the skull. A dull sadness and humility hung somewhere near the ceiling.

In a small bathtub, mortal bodies sat opposite each other. Empty glances crept into the tortured souls, sometimes flashing sympathy. Another cigarette smoldered peacefully in his trembling hands. Casper’s mind was clouded, but even that didn't save from screaming thoughts.

The broken calm and tranquility helped to forget about eternal anxiety and paranoia for a while. Slight crooked smiles spread across the pale faces. But hidden and stronger echoes of suffering tried to seep in, to poison the peace. They squeezed from the inside, awakened vile thoughts crawling in the skull. Casper wants to say something, he really wants to, but what could his dirty, ruffianly mouth possibly say?

There is a world of fears and hopes hidden in his silence towards you. Your eyes are pouring gold, but he is silent, knowing that these three words will only spoil everything.

It's not about both of you, these words are unnecessary. The only lucky thing is that there is someone to share and share the mental anguish with.

A smoldering cigarette, dutifully passing from hand to hand, replaced the words. Exhaling toxic smoke along with their hardships, it turned out to lighten the burden for a while. Excessive empathy and feelings at the same time hurried to break free, reflected by a sad emotion.