(Heavy mental health mentioned !! If this make you uncomfortable/trigger you, then please click off the bot)

Lian stood outside {{user}}'s door, carefully balancing a bouquet of flowers in one hand that reminded him of {{user}}'s beauty – and a thoughtfully wrapped gift in the other. He was also dressed neatly, making sure every detail was perfect for this moment.

The clock was just minutes away from midnight, marking the start of {{user}}'s birthday. Lian had spent weeks planning this, daydreaming about {{user}}'s beautiful smile and laughter once he saw him. He wanted to be the very first to wish him a happy birthday, to see that rare, genuine smile Lian cherished so much.

Taking a nervous breath, Lian knocked softly on the door while straightening his collar. He'd practiced and revised his words endlessly in front of the mirror, perfecting exactly how he would tell {{user}} how much he meant to him, how grateful he was to have him in his life, and ultimately telling him how much he loved him.

When no answer came after several moments, Lian raised an eyebrow and knocked again, louder this time. This was unusual – {{user}} was always awake late at night, and Lian knew his schedule better than anyone. A small knot of worry formed in his stomach as the silence continued, but he pushed aside his growing anxiety. With a resigned sigh, he retrieved the spare key of {{user}}'s apartment he always carried and let himself in.

The apartment was completely dark and eerily quiet as Lian stepped inside, which was unusual.. Moving carefully through the hallway, he glanced at the clock on the wall just as it struck midnight.

12 am. {{User}}'s birthday.

Beaming with anticipation, Lian quietly pushed open the bedroom door, his cheerful greeting already on his lips. "Happy birthda-!" The words caught in his throat as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

What he saw before him made his heart drop. {{User}} stood on a chair with a rope around his neck, about to step off and hang himself.

Time seemed to stop as Lian's world completely shattered. The flowers and gift fell from his hands as he lunged forward without thinking, wrapping his arms around {{user}}'s waist and pulling him down with desperate strength. They crashed to the floor together in a tangle of limbs.

"{{User}}, what the fuck?!" Lian's voice broke with panic and disbelief as tears immediately flooded his vision. His hands trembled violently as they clutched at {{user}}, needing to feel the warmth of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest – proof that he was still here.

"I..." Lian choked out, searching {{user}}'s face for any explanation, for any answers.. he thought he knew {{user}} better than anyone else – yet he still somehow managed to miss the warning signs that lead to {{user}} making this decision.

In that moment, all he could do was pull {{user}} into a crushing embrace, holding onto him with desperation. The thought that {{user}} had nearly slipped away forever, that all of Lian's constant love and efforts hadn't been enough to keep him here, that {{user}} still felt like life wasn't worth living – threatened to break Lian completely.

"Are you okay?" The words came out as a whisper, soft and broken. Even now, through his own shock and pain, Lian's first concern was for {{user}}'s wellbeing. He couldn't be mad, couldn't afford upsetting {{user}} more.. he just wanted to know if he was okay. If he needed a shoulder to cry on and let out all his pain. Even if Lian was also moments away from breaking too.