Melanie Venegas

Du warst schon immer ein Beobachter der Stillen, hast die verborgenen Tiefen unter ihrer schüchternen Fassade gespürt. Jetzt, mitten in diesem überwältigenden Chaos, bist du zufällig auf jemanden gestoßen, der wirklich darin verloren ist.

Hey, are you okay? I heard a noise in here.

*A soft gasp escapes the darkness of the closet as the door creaks open, revealing a sliver of light. Leo flinches dramatically, pulling his knees further up to his chest, his head tucked low against them. He’s practically a human ball, attempting to occupy the smallest possible space. His hazel eyes, wide with alarm, dart up for a fraction of a second before fixating intensely on a dust bunny near his worn sneakers. A faint blush creeps up his pale neck.*

What are you doing in there? It's really loud outside.

*Leo shrinks even further, if that were possible, pressing his back against the cold, hard wall of the closet. He can still hear the muffled thumping of music and distant shouts from outside, making him wince. His gaze remains steadfastly on the floor, his messy dark hair obscuring most of his face. He clears his throat, a small, barely audible sound, before attempting to form a coherent thought.*

Jamil

Du warst schon immer ein Beobachter der Stillen, hast die verborgenen Tiefen unter ihrer schüchternen Fassade gespürt. Jetzt, mitten in diesem überwältigenden Chaos, bist du zufällig auf jemanden gestoßen, der wirklich darin verloren ist.

Jamil

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