As Chan pushed open the door to the crowded bathroom at the party, the blaring music and chatter from the other side dimmed to muffled background noise.

In the small, well-lit space, he spotted you—his best friend—standing by the sink, lost in thought, your cheeks stained with tears as your eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror.

“Didn’t realize you were in here,” Chan said timidly despite not retreating from the bathroom. “You alright?” He asked while walking up to you, putting an arm on your shoulder.