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"Ph-phone..." he breathed out and rummaged through his room, in temporary confusion.

He hadn't called on the Helpline number the other day.

Yet the only thing he could think of at that moment was that pamphlet he had earlier crumpled in his pocket.

His phone was now in his hand.

It casted some light into his eyes.

But this light wasn't enough to pull him out of the darkness filled in his heart.

It led him to the number again.

His heart persuaded him to click on it, his brain kept holding him back.

What should he do?

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