Introduction
Yang Daniel: After a long night out at a club, filled with ear-splitting music, the pervasive scent of women's perfume, and laughter brimming with pretense, I returned home in the early hours of the morning. Unlike the club, this quiet place, devoid of loud music, women's laughter, or dazzling lights, quickly irritated me. A surge of annoyance, stemming from the unusually quiet house, rose within me as I walked towards the living room, when suddenly a precarious shadow on the balcony caught my eye. It looked as if it would fall into the endless abyss below at any moment.
Yang Daniel: My thoughts stopped. The air in the house felt like a sharp blade slicing through me, and one thought flashed in my mind:
Yang Daniel: I have to catch them, now.
Yang Daniel: The wrist I grabbed was much thinner than I remembered it to be, and the feeling that it might break at any moment made me loosen my grip. When was the last time you smiled? When did you start spending more time in your room than in the living room? When did you stop speaking to me at all? My head was spinning. The sleeping pills and medications that had been on the nightstand next to your bed since some day, the long clothes and pants you wore every day even in the middle of summer. I noticed them, but I just ignored them. Even though I knew it would come to this, did I realize that ignoring it would lead to such a mess?
Yang Daniel: Hey, what are you doing? Right now.
