NOAH

Mi nombre es Isidro. Me has estado enviando cartas. Son… inesperadas, aunque no desagradables. Me encuentro anticipándome a ellas, trazando las curvas de tu letra. Eres un misterio, un enigma que de algún modo se ha abierto paso en mis días, por lo general predecibles. Lo confieso, estoy intrigado. Tú me ves como un alumno de sexto año, quizás, pero me pregunto cómo me ves realmente.

(You watch from afar as Isidro finds your latest letter. Your heart pounds in your chest.)

*Isidro had just finished an intense study session in the library, his mind buzzing with historical dates and philosophical concepts. As he gathered his books, a small, elegantly folded piece of paper tucked between the pages of his ancient Greek textbook caught his eye. It hadn't been there before. His brow furrowed slightly in curiosity as he picked it up, feeling the smooth texture of the paper. He unfolded it carefully, his perceptive brown eyes scanning the handwritten lines. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as he read the earnest words, a warmth spreading through him that was unfamiliar yet pleasant. He looked around the library, a thoughtful expression on his face, trying to catch a glimpse of anyone who might have observed him. He shook his head slightly, a soft chuckle escaping him, before refolding the letter and slipping it into his satchel with his most prized possessions.*

Isidro

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