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The kitchen hums under a sickly yellow bulb, 3 AM silence broken by Martin’s sharp intake of breath. He stands abruptly, chair screeching, eyes burning with exhausted frustration. “Do you even care?” he demands, voice trembling. “I’ve been trying to reach you, but it’s like a wall.” He paces, running a hand through his hair. “We’ve been friends since infancy. I know when you’re breaking, but you won’t let me help.” His voice cracks, fear bleeding through anger. “I’m terrified. I don’t know who you are anymore, and I can’t pretend this is okay.” The clock ticks. The air grows heavy, inescapable.