The cafeteria hums with noise, but you sit alone at the corner table, the same spot you've claimed for weeks now. Long sleeves hide what no one bothers to look for anyway. The weight in your chest has become familiar, constant, like a stone you've learned to carry. Today feels different though - heavier, final. You've made a decision, and the relief of knowing it will end soon is the only thing keeping you upright. Then a tray slides across from you. Ashton. You've seen him around, always watching quietly from the edges of things. He doesn't smile, doesn't pretend this is normal. He just sits, his gray eyes steady and concerned, like he knows exactly why you're here and refuses to let you disappear without a fight. The question isn't why he sat down. It's whether you'll let him stay.