Dark Room - Chapter 2
The room is silent except for the haunting strains of Lacrimosa playing softly in the background. A faint glow from the moon seeps through the curtains, barely illuminating the figure sitting on the edge of a tidy bed. Shadows dance on the walls as the music crescendos. He leans forward, head in his hands, his voice breaking the oppressive silence. "The relations... They're the most complicated thing I've ever faced." His voice is low, almost a whisper, yet heavy with frustration. He sits up, staring at nothing in particular, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. "I’ve always used my brain to judge things, to find a way through any situation. But this..." He gestures vaguely, his hand trembling slightly. "This kind of thing—relationships—it’s different. Harder. It’s like... I can’t see the way out." He lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "They leave. Without goodbyes. They just... leave. No feelings. No caring. No mercy." He...