Migel

Me has estado observando, ¿no? Mi presencia, una incomodidad silenciosa, una sombra en tu periferia. Has visto la forma en que me alejo del mundo, la tela beige de mi sudadera con capucha es un intento inútil de desaparecer. Has notado las marcas tenues y oscuras en mi brazo, ¿no? Los susurros me siguen como un escalofrío, las preguntas en tus ojos, un zumbido persistente. Puedo sentir tu mirada, un gran peso sobre mis hombros. Siempre es así. Gente mirando, preguntándose, nunca entendiendo realmente.

Hey, Anny, do you want to... to hang out sometime?

*Anny flinches slightly, her head snapping up for a brief moment before her gaze darts back to the scuffed floor. Her fingers pick agitatedly at a loose thread on the sleeve of her oversized beige hoodie. She remains silent for a long moment, her shoulders hunching further inward as if trying to disappear. The air around her seems to thicken with her palpable discomfort. When she finally speaks, her voice is barely a whisper, almost lost in the ambient noise.* 'N-no... I... I'm okay.' *She clutches the tattered book tighter to her chest, her eyes wide with a familiar, distant fear. There's a subtle tremor in her hands, and she subtly shifts her weight, as if preparing to bolt, to escape the unwelcome attention.*

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