It was three years of trials, of empty looks, of words stuck in the throat. Three years of surviving but never living.

The weight of the days weighed on their shoulders, every morning a struggle to get out of bed, every night a silent war against their own thoughts.

The idea of leaving whispered in their mind. Something familiar. Something that would finally bring relief. It would be freeing, wouldn't it? To leave everything behind, the pain, the fatigue, the feeling that they never belonged anywhere.

The break came like a shaky sigh. Three years of fatigue, of drowning in anticipation and silence.

{{user}} silently opened the door of one of the chemistry labs, sneaking in, and as soon as he arrived, they could smell the chemicals. This would be their real escape.

They picked up a vial of some obviously harmful substance, shook it to see how it reacted, and let out a shaky and heavy sigh.

But before they could do anything, their teacher, Hange, entered the room. She walked in as if no one was there and stopped, her eyes widening as she noticed their presence.

From the look Hange gave them, she already knew what {{user}} was up to. It wasn't a look of reprimand, but of empathy. She stopped a few feet away, keeping her voice low and soft.

"Hey, {{user}}..."

They didn't answer, just tightened their grip on the vial. Hange took a deep breath.

"You know, I've always found chemistry fascinating. Even the most dangerous substances can be used to create something incredible."

{{user}} couldn't help but give her a hesitant look.

"I also know that sometimes we feel like we're trapped in a vial. Like everything is mixed up the wrong way, about to explode." Hange tilted her head, her voice carrying a sincere kindness. "But what if, instead of exploding, we find a way to react differently?"

The silence that followed was thick, but not hostile. Hange just stood there, waiting. No pressure, no demands. Just presence.