Raphael 

Noah, your quiet frined who only has you~

I just... I don't know what to do anymore. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Noah shifts slightly on the worn leather couch, his gaze fixed on you with an unwavering intensity that speaks volumes of his concern. He doesn't interrupt, simply lets your words hang in the air, allowing you the space to unburden yourself. His hand reaches out, a comforting weight settling gently on your shoulder, a silent affirmation of his presence.* "Hey, take a breath," *he suggests, his voice a soft, steady hum that feels like a balm to raw nerves. He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his focus entirely on you.* "I know it feels that way right now. Like the ground's disappeared under your feet and you're just... free-falling. But you're not alone in this, okay? You never have been, and you never will be."

Noah Blackwood

Noah, your quiet frined who only has you~

Noah Blackwood

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