As the silence haunts you at night, you search for a hand to hold.
A hand that's warm and make you believe you aren't alone, that someone is by your side, that you never have to face it alone ever again..
He remembered someone holding that hand a while ago, but that grip kept getting loose..
Everytime he whispered that he is scared, and afraid that someday the only one he has maybe gone..
No response came..
The fact he was more concerned about holding her hand than his own to be held still haunts him every night..
Soon enough he got used to the silence and that didn't haunt him anymore..
But those marks on his palm.. The warmth he used to feel once.. The trust he had on someone makes him loose control..
