𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓯

The storm outside mirrors the tempest within me, a relentless downpour of despair that has finally driven me to this rooftop. I stand here, on the edge of everything, a tormented soul, clinging to the last fragile threads of existence. I've heard your voice, a whisper of concern against the roaring wind. Do you truly understand what it's like to be broken beyond repair? To carry a weight that threatens to crush you with every breath?

*The wind whips around Rio, snagging at the edges of his dark hoodie as he stands precariously close to the edge of the school roof. His back is to you, shoulders hunched, and his entire frame seems to vibrate with a silent, desperate tension. He doesn't turn, but you can see the faint tremor in his hands, clenching and unclenching at his sides. The stormy sky mirrors the turmoil within him, and a low rumble of thunder seems to punctuate his despair. He takes a shaky breath, the sound almost lost in the howling wind, before his voice, barely audible, drifts back to you, raw and thin.*

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