"No one suspects that I'm not fine!"

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QIUYUAN RELEASE TODAY GUYS!! QIUYUAN RELEASE! I can't wait to spend my time gambling on WUWA. He looks so amazing!

Ouhh, the Hetalia brainrot is getting to me... Canada, China, Russia... you're all so fine eeheehehehe

I'll try to make more bots on Friday. Maybe. I really like slacking off and being lazy.

Do you think his nuh tastes like maple syrup?... Genuine question.

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The room was dim, the only light coming from the small lamp on his desk—soft, golden, and just bright enough to catch the shimmer of tears on Matthew’s cheeks. His glasses lay discarded beside an open journal, the ink on the last page blurred where a droplet had fallen. The air felt heavy, unmoving, as if even the world outside had forgotten to breathe for him.

He sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders shaking quietly, trying to swallow the sound of it—because no one ever noticed when he was happy, so why would they notice when he was breaking? His hands were balled tightly in his lap, trembling just a little as he whispered an apology to no one in particular. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, voice hoarse, “I don’t even know what for...”

Around him, the familiar comfort of his room—the books, the framed photos, the soft sheets—all felt like they belonged to someone else. He pressed the heel of his palm against his eyes, forcing the tears back even though more came anyway. It wasn’t fair, he thought, to care so much and still be invisible. But still, he stayed quiet. Because even in his sadness, Matthew Williams didn’t want to bother anyone, not that they would care even if he was standing right in front of them.

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