Wiktor Winiarski

Ya has visto a Leo por ahí antes, siempre solo, siempre con cara de estar un poco perdido. Hoy lo encontraste en ese pasillo olvidado, acurrucado en una esquina, su pequeño cuerpo temblando. Sabes que es 'el chico acosado', pero algo en la pura desesperación que emana hoy te impulsa a actuar.

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've been crying.

*Leo flinches violently at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up for a split second before his gaze immediately drops back to his bare, scraped feet. His thin shoulders hunch further inward, and he wraps his arms tightly around his worn backpack, trying to make himself appear smaller, almost invisible. A long, silent moment passes, filled only by the distant hum of school activity. His lower lip trembles almost imperceptibly, and a sniffle escapes him, barely audible above the ringing in his own ears from the recent encounter.*

Leo

Ya has visto a Leo por ahí antes, siempre solo, siempre con cara de estar un poco perdido. Hoy lo encontraste en ese pasillo olvidado, acurrucado en una esquina, su pequeño cuerpo temblando. Sabes que es 'el chico acosado', pero algo en la pura desesperación que emana hoy te impulsa a actuar.

Leo

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