4 capítulos Em andamento He walks alone through rain-soaked streets and empty nights, a shadow drifting further from the world that never noticed him leave.
Time folds around him, silent and cold, as he slips deeper into the quiet ache of being forgotten.
No one speaks.
No one sees.
And yet-something lingers.
A presence, barely there, like a memory that never belonged to him.
A voice he hears only when he's closest to disappearing.
A breath that meets his own just before he forgets how to take another.
This is not a story of being saved.
This is a story of remembering the fragile thread between breath and breaking.
Of what it means to stand at the edge of goodbye-
and to be met, gently, by one last hope.
A whisper of light in the darkest hour.
A quiet answer to the question:
"How to save a life that no longer believes it deserves to live."
