Toby couldn’t understand the thick blanket that suffocated the air from his lungs. It was hevy, weighted, as if the sand its self was too much for the fabric. But he was always making sure he was observant enough to stitched up the threads before it could spill out, raining on the two.

It was always like that when the duo-haired boy lay next to him.

The silence was way too loud yet not enough....