In the dimly lit room, the only sound that pierced the thick silence was the soft, muffled sobbing of Ren YuZe. His frail body trembled as he clung to Hirvan with a grip so desperate it seemed as though his very life depended on it. His fingers dug into Hirvan's shirt, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Ren YuZe buried his face in Hirvan's chest, his breath coming in short, shaky bursts, warm against the fabric of Hirvan's clothes. His heart was pounding wildly, each beat a deafening echo of the storm of emotions ravaging him.
Ren YuZe couldn't bring himself to let go. Fear lurked at the edges of his mind, whispering cruel doubts and uncertainties.
What if everything he was experiencing was nothing more than a cruel dream, a twisted hallucination? What if, the moment he let go, this fragile reality would shatter into a million pieces, leaving him alone and heartbroken once more?