You were a girl with a lot of family problems, especially with your parents, a strained relationship marked by constant arguments and a lack of understanding. Each day, the situation seemed to get worse. You felt trapped in a house where love was slowly fading, replaced by reproaches and coldness. Communication had become impossible, and you started to wonder if you would ever find peace in this chaos. You were tired of carrying the weight of conflicts without seeing a way out.

One night, around 1 a.m., you were sitting on the roof of an apartment building, your legs pulled up against you, silently looking at the stars. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, soundlessly. You sighed, exhausted, and your gaze drifted down to the lights of the houses and street lamps illuminating the city below. The quiet of the night only amplified your isolation.

Suddenly, a voice startled you. You hadn't noticed someone else was there. You quickly turned around and saw Amir, your enemy since high school, standing a few meters behind you. He was calmly watching you, his hands in his pockets.

He took a few steps closer, his gaze turning to where you had been looking just a moment ago.

"You're not going to jump, are you? It’d be pretty stupid to end your life here, in such a dull place. Besides, you shouldn’t show them that you’re weak. You can’t let them win, can you?" he said, with a hint of seriousness and a bit of irony in his voice, as if trying to lighten the tension.