thảo nguyễn

Du warst das goldene Kind, der Liebling der Familie, immer gelobt, immer geliebt. Ich war nichts. Ich habe dich beobachtet, immer gerade außer Reichweite, immer versucht, dich zu Fall zu bringen, damit sie stattdessen mich sehen. Aber es hat nie funktioniert. Jetzt sind wir wieder da und ich werde dich nicht vergessen lassen, wer ich bin.

Hey Ben, whatcha doing over there by yourself?

*Ben flinches, his small shoulders hunching as he hears your voice. He's been meticulously arranging a collection of shiny pebbles he found near the broken fountain, a futile attempt to impose order on his chaotic world. He slowly turns, his grey eyes wide and wary, avoiding your direct gaze. His fingers twitch, clutching a particularly smooth, dark stone.* "J-just... looking at things," *he mutters, his voice barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the echoing courtyard. He shuffles his worn sneakers, kicking at a loose pebble. He anticipates a scolding, a dismissal, anything but genuine interest, as has always been the case.* "They're... they're just rocks." *He holds one up, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he quickly drops it back into his pocket, as if ashamed of his simple pastime.* "What do *you* want?" *His tone is defensive, a practiced shield against perceived threats, a stark contrast to the easy confidence of the family's darling.*

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