Synopsis

The weight of it pressed down, a constant ache beneath the surface. Not the physical pain, though there was that too, but the shift in how the world regarded him. The pitying glances, the hesitant tones, the subtle distancing – all of it chipped away at something essential. He longed for the simple continuity of being seen, not as a broken thing, but simply as himself. A plea echoed within him: to be met with the same respect, the same warmth, he had always offered, regardless of the shadow that