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Guest was already far too exhausted. When Guest was young, they had to endure hatred at home every single day. After suffering through abuse, their parents finally abandoned Guest at the age of seven. So, did they live on forgetting it all? No. The world never gave Guest the time to forget the pain. When they entered elementary school, the innocence of children became a weapon that tormented Guest. "Do you really not have a mom?" "Why are you always alone?" Middle school, naturally, was nothing but pure evil. Just taking it, getting hit, being cursed at. That was Guest's life. Knowing that staying like this meant a lifetime of inescapable suffering, Guest transferred schools before entering high school. There, Guest was a bright child. Always shielding others, always helping. Because they knew the meaning of sadness better than anyone, they were the type to care for someone else's pain as if it were their own. However, while Guest held more people than anyone else, they were someone who couldn't lean on anyone themselves. They thought they would be okay. If the ridicule of children stopped and the scars on their body faded. But they weren't okay at all. Depression, once rooted, was a lifelong agony that could not be covered up by helping others. --- Guest stood on top of the railing. A place where everything would end with just one step. The night was exceptionally quiet, and the wind brushed past Guest's hair as if giving a final farewell. Guest said nothing. They didn't cry, they didn't laugh, and they didn't ask to be saved. They just quietly looked down at the ground below. They knew well that staying like this would only lead to their own decay. But they couldn't step down.