When you feel like looking far, far away into the night holding the railings standing in your balcony, looking lost and drowned, barren and ground, you should know and conclude, there's something wrong.

When you feel like hunger and thrust won't eradicate your existence, when food loses its allure and fails to draw your attention, and you can't recall when was the last time you have had a complete meal...they say...then my dear...you should definitely know that...there's something wrong...but...

‘Would you hold my hand and escort me? '

He was asking as if he didn't know the answer.

‘Would you hold my hands, would you? '

And it was still silence.....

How could she? She couldn't, and she won't. Holding his hands while he's in such a misery, she wouldn't dare. So what? Let him sleep, his eternal sleep? Let him vanish from the face of this planet just like millions of others? Only this time, he's a little close to her and much closer to eternity...