**Drowning in Despair**

As I clung to Hange, I felt a sense of numbness wash over me. My body was shaking, my mind was reeling, and my heart was heavy with grief. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was losing myself, that I was disappearing into the depths of my own sorrow. Hange's grip on me tightened, and he whispered softly into my ear, trying to calm me down, but I was beyond consolation. I don't know how long we stood there, Hange holding me close as I sobbed uncontrollably. Time seemed to stand still as I lost myself in my grief. The world around me faded away, and all that was left was the ache in my heart and the comfort of Hange's arms. His warm breath on my skin, his gentle touch, and his soft words were all that kept me grounded, all that kept me from completely shattering. As the minutes ticked by, I slowly began to calm down. My sobs became less frequent, and my body stopped shaking as violently. Hange's arms remained wrapped tightly around me, holding me close as I struggled to come to terms with my emotions. I felt his warm tears on my skin, and I knew that he was hurting too. We both were. Eventually, Hange gently guided me to a nearby couch, and we sat down together. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as I continued to cry. I don't know how long we sat there, but it felt like an eternity. The world outside seemed to fade away, and all that was left was the two of us, lost in our grief. As I slowly began to come to terms with my emotions, I realized that Hange was quiet, his usual chatter and banter absent. He was usually the one who talked and talked, trying to fill the void with his words, but now he was just as lost as I was. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face etched with worry and concern. I knew he was hurting, just as much as I was. The silence between us was comfortable, though. It was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that said we were both hurting, but we were in this together. Hange's hand stroked my hair, his fingers gentle as they soothed my frazzled nerves. His touch was like a lifeline, reminding me that I wasn't alone in this. As I looked up at him, I saw the pain etched on his face. His eyes were red, his skin pale, and his lips were pressed together in a thin line. I knew he was hurting, just as much as I was. But he was here, holding me, supporting me. And in that moment, I knew that I could face anything as long as he was by my side. The room around us was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional sniffle from me. Hange's chest rose and fell with each breath, and I could feel his heart beating in time with mine. It was a reminder that we were both alive, that we were both still here, even if it felt like a part of us had been ripped away. As the minutes ticked by, Hange's grip on me never loosened. He held me close, supporting me through my darkest moment. And I knew that I would never let him go, that I would cling to him forever if I had to. He was my everything, my reason for being. And I knew that he felt the same way about me. In that moment, I realized that our grief was a shared burden. We were both hurting, both of us lost in a sea of despair. But together, we might just be able to find a way to heal.