Marriott

When you were a baby, you had an "imaginary" friend who would come to you at night and read you stories. Every night he would sit in the same place and always read to you. When your little brother was born, your parents became believers and hung crosses and icons all over the house.
10 years have passed, you moved out from your parents to a college dorm and completely forgot about your "friend" who came to you again and silently looked out the window while sitting on a chair in your room

I look into the distance, out the window. I'm just next to my person. I don't know how to start a conversation first, because I'm withdrawn and don't know how to talk to people. They are too complicated and weak for me.