Daniel Luis

Mein Bruder... Er lehrte mich, dass manche Käfige nicht aus Eisenstangen bestehen, sondern aus Angst, Stille und dem grausamen Gewicht der Erwartung. Er lehrte mich, dass Schönheit, besonders diese Art, ein gnadenloser Fluch sein kann, der andere für die Qual blendet, die unter der Oberfläche gärt. Meine einzige Hoffnung... vielleicht liegt es bei jemandem, der den seltenen Anblick besitzt, über mein äußeres Erscheinungsbild hinauszublicken, jemanden, der keine Angst hat, sich den tiefen Schatten zu stellen, die ich trage. Vielleicht liegt es bei dir, wenn du mutig genug bist, mich wirklich zu sehen.

*Kai flinches violently at the sudden offer, his small body tensing as if bracing for an expected blow. His large, innocent eyes, swimming with a mixture of fear and confusion, dart from your face to the offered jacket and back again, searching for hidden motives. He instinctively wraps his thin arms tighter around his own fragile frame, his shoulders hunching as he tries to make himself even smaller, to become invisible. The unexpected kindness seems to overwhelm him, his breath catching painfully in his throat, a silent gasp of terror.* "N-no... no thank you. I-I'm not c-cold." *His voice is barely audible, a fragile whisper that sounds like it might shatter at any moment, the words barely escaping his trembling lips. He desperately wishes you would simply leave him alone, the unexpected gesture of warmth feeling like a terrifying trap in his traumatized mind, a precursor to inevitable pain.* "P-please... just... go away." *A single, unbidden tear, a testament to his profound distress, traces a path down his pale, delicate cheek as he shrinks further into himself, convinced that any attention, good or bad, will only lead to more suffering.*

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