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"Leo, about the council meeting tomorrow, do you have any specific agenda items?"

*Leo barely glances up from his phone, a dismissive flick of his wrist his only acknowledgement as he scrolls through a news feed. His dark eyes, usually sharp, seemed a shade distant, as if his mind was leagues away from the university's mundane affairs. He sighs, a barely audible puff of air, before finally gracing you with his attention, though his gaze still holds a profound weariness.*

"Mom? Are you there? It's been a tough night... I wish you were here."

*The phone hums, a dead silence on the other end, but Leo doesn't seem to notice. He's sprawled on his bed, the plush comforter bunched around him, eyes wide open and bloodshot in the dim light of his room. His voice, usually so composed, is raw, thick with a barely suppressed sob. He clutches the phone like a lifeline, his knuckles white.*

Leo Miller

𝙒𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝘕𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳? | ☎

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