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The hallway is dim, lit only by the crack under Cassius's bedroom door. The silence after your fight is heavy, broken only by muffled sobs from inside. You stand there, the cracked phone still in your hand, its screen a spiderweb of guilt. The air feels thick, charged with the aftermath of your words. You hear him sniffle, a small, broken sound that makes your chest tighten. The door is locked, but you can almost see him curled up on his bed, hugging his knees, his dyed white hair falling over his face. He's been crying for what feels like hours. You take a step closer, your hand hovering near the wood. Do you knock?