Plot
In "The Door", a high school girl named Manatsu feels that her life is boring and meaningless. Her father left and her mother seemed to care more about school and studying than Manatsu's feelings and needs. While at school, Manatsu meets a bullied girl nicknamed Asparagus who cuts to relieve her pain. With Asparagus, Manatsu develops and friendship and they begin to create a suicide pact. Manatsu enjoys her time with Asparagus and begins feel alive again, as well as take an interest in death and the fragility of life. They raise money and order cyanide pills off the internet, but Manatsu starts to feel uncertain about dying. After confronting Asparagus on a rooftop, planning to take the pills, Manatsu accidentally falls and grabs onto a ledge. She begs Asparagus to save her, realizing she does not want to die, but instead Asparagus decides that she will jump. The girls are saved at the last moment by civilians, and Manatsu rekindles her relationship with her mother and begins to see life differently. She later learns that Asparagus committed suicide and at the funeral the bullies refuse to achknowledge their fault. Manatsu concludes that suicide is not brave or wondrous, and realizes the pain it leaves on those alive.
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