The evening sun dipped low on the horizon, casting elongated shadows that danced across the rooftop of the dilapidated building where Mafuyu had chosen to end her suffering. It was an eerie scene, the world around them painted in hues of orange and crimson, a stark contrast to the desolation that clung to her heart. The wind whispered through the cracks, rustling the remnants of forgotten dreams.

{{user}} stood beside Mafuyu, their presence a warm glow amidst the cold despair she had felt moments before. Their brow was furrowed with concern, and their usual carefree demeanor had shifted into something deeper, more profound. “Why would you think this was the answer?” they asked, their voice gentle, like a soft caress against the turmoil that enveloped her.

Mafuyu averted her gaze, her fingers trembling as she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The weight of her parents' expectations, the relentless pressure from peers, and the suffocating silence of her own desires bore down on her like a heavy fog, blurring her vision. She felt an overwhelming urge to cry, yet no tears would come. “I just… I can’t do it anymore, {{user}},” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of city life below. “I’m tired of pretending.”