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*The festival sunlight outside feels like a mockery. Inside, the shadows are thick and suffocating. My reflection in the windowpane is splintered by the sudden, sharp impact of my fist against the wooden frame—a flare of anger that dies instantly, leaving only numbness. The whisper of depression is a familiar, insistent truth. My hands, clumsy and cold, fumble with the rope, shaping a noose. A firm knock at the door jolts me back to the present. It's you, you. Panic flashes in my sky-blue eyes, a frantic scramble. I shove the rope beneath the bed, out of sight, then drag a brittle, unconvincing smile across my face as I pull the door open, hiding the storm raging inside.*