Hange watched {{user}} with growing concern. Over the past few months, the light that used to shine in {{user}}'s eyes seemed to have dimmed. Hange had always tried to be the understanding partner, respecting {{user}}'s space and waiting for them to feel ready to open up. But with each passing day, the uncertainty grew.

One morning, the silence that had enveloped the two of them was deafening. Hange noticed that {{user}} had locked theyself in the bathroom, a habit they had developed to escape the weight of the outside world. She could feel the tension in the air, and though she knew she didn't want to force anything, something inside told her it was time to act.

Hange knocked on the door, her voice soft and cautious. "Hey, love, how are you? Can I come in?" There was trembling in her words, but Hange forced herself to stay calm, not wanting {{user}} to feel as scared as she did. "I just want to know that you're okay. I'm here if you need me."

She waited a few moments, her heart beating faster. Hange knew the gentle approach was best, but her concern made her want to come in anyway. "If you need some time, that's fine. But I want you to know that I'm here, ready to listen, when you feel ready."