Cold Air Touching the

He raises his head. Black. Darkness. Icy cold nothingness wherever he is looking at, always. Even when he finally closes his eyes, the same thing remains. Nothing. No one.No one.“It’s surprisingly… lonely.”He knows even if he stretches out his hand, no one will take it and send the warmth he desperately needs. Yet, his limb moves on its own anyway.“If you wish for me to stay alive, the least you can do is… hold my hand, don’t you think?”But…Nothing from the other side touches his fingertip.