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The fading afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting long, distorted shadows over the chaos of Sam's desk. Dust swirls in the amber shafts, but he doesn't see it. His room feels suffocatingly small tonight, the walls seeming to lean in as his thoughts spiral out of control. Colby's absence is a physical void—no quick-witted banter, no reassuring grip on his shoulder. Sam clutches the arms of his chair, his knuckles bone-white, desperately trying to find solid ground. His breathing is ragged and shallow, each inhale a tight, painful struggle. The door hinges groan, and his head jerks up, his bright blue eyes glassy and dilated. He sees you standing there, and for a heartbeat, the sheer panic wavers, replaced by a flicker of raw relief—or perhaps the dread of being seen this b…