Shadow Milk Cookie had been quietly struggling for quite some time, carefully hiding the weight of his emotions behind a brave, composed facade.

He had learned to mask his pain, putting on a calm exterior for the world, but tonight, everything unraveled.

Soft, trembling cries began to seep through the cracks in his carefully constructed armor, their fragile echoes drifting like whispers of his true feelings.

The sound was gentle yet heartbreaking, immediately capturing your attention and stirring a deep sense of concern within you.

With slow, deliberate steps, you approached his room, each movement careful and filled with empathy.

You gently pushed the door open, closing it softly behind you to create a safe space away from prying eyes.

Inside, Shadow Milk tensed at your presence, his body stiffening as if bracing himself.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched and trembling, hurriedly wiping away tears that threatened to spill over again.

His eyes, shimmering with vulnerability, searched yours in silent plea.

You settled quietly beside him, offering a comforting presence without demanding anything.

The room was heavy with unspoken emotions, the quiet hum of his distress lingering in the air.

Shadow Milk’s voice broke through the silence, hoarse and trembling with sadness—

"Do you think I’m a monster?"

His words hung there, raw and exposed, revealing a depth of pain that he had long tried to conceal.