He walked the endless void. The endless monotony of the voice in his head. Feet aching. He wanted to rest, but he dare not revert his thoughts into staples of monotonous dreams.

Whilst walking, he felt a tug at his arm. He saw a boy, curious and alive. Lightly tugging his arm away; he couldn't shake the pain of nostalgia. The boy gripped his hand. He reluctantly did the same.

They walked. An endless void changed into a lonely rooftop. The busy streets are all they heard. The boy's hand still retained his grip.

The boy spoke. Though, it sounded as murmurs. He felt a tear run down his cheek. The rooftop soon became a pier. The two saw a bench.

Sitting down, finally. Once more, the boy spoke. This time, clear as day:

"What stops you from letting go?"