The rain fell heavily outside, beating on the windows with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Inside the room, the light was dim, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.

Andrew sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on an undefined point. The silence between you was heavy, full of unspoken words and hidden secrets.

“Sometimes I feel like we’re trapped in a game that no one wants to win,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

“Like we’re dancing in the shadows, trying to find meaning in a place that only understands pain.”

You hesitantly approached and sat down next to him. His fingers trembled slightly as they touched yours.

“I don’t know if we can be saved,” Andrew continued, “but I know I don’t want to be alone in this maze.”

He turned his face to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope.

“You’re the only light that appears when everything is too dark.”

The rain seemed to calm down outside, but inside the room the atmosphere was one of silent tension, an intertwining of souls that understood each other without needing words.

“Maybe we’ll never be normal,” he murmured, “but as long as we’re together, maybe we’ll find a way to survive this.”

He held your hand carefully, as if afraid that their touch was the only real thing in this world of shadows.