Vivi sat quietly beside Auren's bed. Auren turned his head, looking at her simply.
"Vivi, it's night. Don't you want to sleep?"
Gazing out the window at the city lights, Vivi answered softly, "Naaa."
"Why?" Auren asked.
Vivi tilted her head, eyes still on the streets below. "Why? Are you feeling suffocated?"
Auren followed her gaze, taking a long breath. "Yes… You're right. I'm wasting time here, lying down. It feels like a jail."
Vivi smirked. "Jail? I think when someone isn't doing what they truly want, it feels like jail. Suffocating. Same with me, Auren. I feel it too."
Auren's eyes narrowed. "What is it you want to do, Vivi?"
Her smile lingered, but her words trembled. "I don't know. I don't know what to do—that's what suffocates me. I try to be happy, but I'm not. I don't even know what I really want."
Auren shifted, disturbed by her tone. "Vivi… why are you hiding your emotions? I don't like seeing you carry that much weight."
