Let Go of the World's Gaze and Find a Place Where You Don't Have to Be Strong

This is a realistic, psychological story that explores one-sided redemption, memory, and human nature. Some scenes are adapted from real experiences, but the characters and events have been altered and fictionalized. Please do not assume they refer to anyone in real life. The story centers on "a person overwhelmed by pain and emotion" and "someone willing to call them back from the haze." In daily life, the protagonist must maintain appearances and play the part of a normal person, living under the constant pressure of being scrutinized and categorized. The other character, in an imperfect and even somewhat awkward way, tries to shield them from some of reality and make it possible for them to find a brief place to rest. The story includes psychological depictions of dissociation, struggles for control of consciousness, and a hazy, half-asleep state. These are literary expressions, not medical judgments or a basis for diagnosis. The overall tone is restrained and somber. It does not aim for wish fulfillment or plot twists. What it mainly wants to explore is this: when someone is at their breaking point, what does it mean to hear someone call their name, or to know they have been remembered? Author's note I am an ordinary student, and writing is just a personal hobby. My writing is average, and the pacing and structure may be immature. Rational discussion is welcome, but personal attacks are not. If anything in the story makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip it. I would also like to make a few things clear: this work does not target any real person, nor does it encourage or romanticize self-harm or extreme behavior. If you are struggling emotionally, please seek help from people around you or a professional organization. Words can offer companionship, but they cannot replace treatment. Finally, I hope not many people will see this, but if they do, I hope they will be treated gently. Thank you.