and then i'll be nothing forever (it's always been just him and me together)

For the first time in his life, Martin was perfectly alone. He hated how comforting he found it. It was like a quilt, almost, heavy and cold, never quite acclimating to your body heat, but the weight of it was almost… grounding. Holding you down and wrapping you up until you can’t hear or see the world around you, and you close your eyes and sink into the cold darkness of it, and for a second; it’s like the world outside doesn’t even exist.That’s what the Lonely was like.