The room felt heavy with unspoken words, shadows deepening in the corners like memories that refused to fade. Each glance exchanged carried the weight of all the things left unsaid, a quiet ache that settled in the pit of the stomach, amplified by the rhythm of rain tapping softly against the window.

Outside, the world was shrouded in darkness, rain cascading down like whispered secrets, while the occasional flash of lightning illuminated fleeting moments of clarity. But inside, there was a stillness, a muted sense of longing for moments that had slipped away, time that could never be reclaimed. The patter of raindrops seemed to echo the unvoiced thoughts swirling in the air, each drop a reminder of what was lost.

Laughter echoed in the past, a haunting reminder of joy that felt so distant now; it lingered like the scent of rain-soaked earth, bittersweet and elusive. It was the small things that stung the most: the way their presence could light up a room, the shared glances that spoke volumes, now replaced by silence, a silence only broken by the soft sound of rain falling relentlessly outside.

Days passed in a blur, each one blending into the next, marked only by the absence of the familiar warmth. The ache became a part of the routine, a quiet companion that followed through each mundane task, as the rain continued to fall, a constant reminder of the storm within.

And as the seasons changed outside, the heart remained frozen in a moment that felt so achingly alive yet so painfully out of reach. The realization settled in—some connections linger in the air, heavy and unyielding, like the weight of a storm, a reminder of what once was and what can never be again.

The hallucinations are coming back to B_t-Man, they haunt him, day and night, why couldn't he save you? Even the B_t-Family is worried for him, and they usually are oblivious to B_t-Man's troubles. Even after all of the hurt B_t-Man has faced, your death just wouldn't go away, why?

Hello {user}. he sounds extremely broken and depressed