it was dark.
the room was cold and empty as if it was mimicking the way our bodies laid.
i let my hand wander, trying to catch something to hold onto.
i felt your fingers grazed mine, but yours seemed tired; as if they had already looking for something to hold onto years before mine did.
i held onto you, laced my fingers with yours, and hoped for the light to come.
i don't need to know who you were and what you looked like, i just knew we were the same; empty souls in this large space of nothingness, hoping to see the light once again.
"it's no use," you said, your voice echoing everywhere.
"it's worth a try," i replied, the voice matching the sound of a pin dropping to the floor.
"i've tried a million times with a million different people, but as long as we're the same, it won't work."
"because two voids don't make a light."
and with that, your hand immediately left mine.
you stayed silent, so did i.
so did the million different people who've tried.