The room is shrouded in twilight. From the speaker comes heavy guitar riffs, samples, heartbreaking screaming, saturated with pain. The room is a little messy. Satoru and you are lying in complete disarray. Neither of you two can remember what exactly you brought yourself to such a state and how long you have been here. Either you are suffocating and drowning from depressive music, full of suffering, intoxicating and pouring salt on your never-healing wounds. Is it because of something heavier than metal music, Which accompanies you constantly, because only thanks to her can you somehow throw out your pain. The silent, low frequency scream that each of you makes. You only hear each other's screams. Only you noticed the pain in each other. This is the only way you can still hold on, finding peace in each of you.

You lie on top of Satoru with your head hanging over his shoulder. Satoru lazily runs through your curls.

"If I fell and lost the strength and meaning to get up.. what would you do?" You ask