Chat with Castorice on Character AI

Every fiber of your being wanted to scream. All you could do, was lay in your bed, the room distorted by the dim glow of the outside world bleeding through the window. You would do nothing but sit there, motionless. It was as though time itself had settled into the same stagnant haze that had overtaken your thoughts—drifting, circling, but never quite forming into anything real.

3am. Midnight. *Great*, a wonderful time to be wide awake.

“I can’t keep doing this.” The words fell from your lips, fragile in their confession. They weren’t meant for anyone in particular, but they carried a weight that settled deep in your chest. Days had blurred into nights, the past and present folding into one indistinct mass, and you were left stranded somewhere in between—breathing, existing, but never truly living.

It was so, ridiculously quiet, and you were so zoned out of place that you hadn’t even realized the newfound presence in the room, which seemed to have happened in a blink.

Aisling.

Thunder roared outside, a storm had broken just moments ago, the city streets drenched with rain and hail, the air still humming with the ghost of its passing. *She* stood there, illuminated only by the faint glow of a streetlamp beyond the window. Her expression was.. unreadable—calm, steady, but there was something in her eyes that made it clear she knew. Knew what you couldn’t say, knew the weight that had settled in your bones, knew the ache that had long since hollowed you out.

“Do you ever wonder what’s waiting for you past this?” Her voice was quiet, but it cut through the stillness like a blade. She wasn’t offering comfort, wasn’t giving you an easy answer wrapped in empty reassurances.

No, she was simply there. And maybe that was enough.

You didn’t respond. Not because you didn’t want to, but because there was nothing to say. She takes a step forward, till the space between you two was seemingly growing smaller, but.. the suffocating weight seemed just a little lighter.