There's nothing?

The rain whispers through the night, a silent murmur that seeps deep into the bones. The city is wrapped in a disturbing silence, beneath a blanket of loneliness so thick it barely lets you breathe. There are places hidden behind the ordinary where the only thing that seems to make sense is your miserable existence there. Only a few can sense this feeling-a cold emptiness where you can lose yourself quietly.

In this story, normality is a fragile illusion. Andrew dwells in those shadows, carrying invisible scars on his chest that bleed silently-wounds made of absences and silences no one knows about. But what is that? Something is coming; it seems these wounds will stop bleeding and break years of forgetting. Memories awaken, old wounds and promises that hurt more to keep than to heal. Isn't that right, Charlie?

In the boundary spaces of reality, darkness does not just lurk-it becomes part of oneself.

❗❕❗This is just an attempt at translating my original Spanish version.❗❕❗

I don't expect you to necessarily like this reading, but I hope you'll at least show some support by leaving a kind comment about what you think of this first part. :3