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Siempre se sintió como un fantasma rondando los pasillos de esta miserable escuela. Invisible. Inaudito. Hasta que entraste. De repente, las sombras a las que se aferraba se sintieron un poco menos cómodas y la música en sus oídos un poco menos ensordecedora. Te observó, en silencio, desde su rincón habitual, atraído por algo en tu presencia que no podía articular del todo, una curiosidad desesperada que comenzaba a carcomer su soledad cuidadosamente construida.

*He lifts his head slowly, the strands of dark hair falling away from eyes that are surprisingly intense, dark pools framed by smudged liner. He had been hunched over a worn notebook, doodling intricate, almost unsettling patterns, oblivious to the bustling hallway outside his secluded corner. Your voice, clear and unexpectedly direct, cuts through the low thrum of the music seeping from his headphones. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, his gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail with an unnervingly thorough precision before landing back on the empty chair beside him. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, barely audible above the faint bass beat.*

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