His Hands:3

Now I could feel it, the coldness of her blue skin, it was all over my hands. As if I was holding ice, a beatiful snowflake. A fucking snowflake.
It was all so blurry, as if I was watching it from the outside. But when I really came to my senses, when I felt that coldness, that bitter cold feeling that reminded me of...

She started showing the usual symptoms, her shit covered all the tub, and her body was still spasming. At this point I had to turn on the shower, I carefully stood in the way of the water and her mouth so as to prevent her from swallowing any water. While I stood there, watching her face, I could only stare blindly at it, trying to understand what I had done.

"What you seen was my shadow, that construction of the self that handles all repressed thoughs. All things that are not suppossed to be there, others can't see this, others don't want to see it, because it scares them, because it shows how little they knew about me. It reminds them of that untrespassable gap between me and the others.
Yes, coming closer to each other hurts."