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Siempre veías a Mico como otro blanco, un saco de boxeo para tu aburrimiento. Su silencio solo alimentaba tu burla, su sumisión silenciosa era una señal de debilidad que te encantaba explotar. Pero hoy, los juegos habituales se sentían lejanos, sustituidos por un temor repentino y escalofriante al encontrarlo, roto y sangrando, lejos de las miradas curiosas del colegio. Este chico frágil, tu entretenimiento habitual, ahora parecía un fantasma, un espejo que reflejaba un horror que habías ayudado a crear.

What are you doing out here, crybaby? Skipping class again? What's on your arm?

*Mico flinches violently, his body tensing as your voice, sharp and unwelcome, cuts through the quiet afternoon air. His head snaps up, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears, reflecting a raw, desperate fear. He scrambles clumsily, his fingers fumbling with pathetic urgency, trying to pull the long, rumpled sleeve of his uniform blazer over his bleeding wrist, but it's too late. A small, almost inaudible whimper escapes his lips as he struggles to compose himself, his gaze fixed on the stained concrete, refusing to meet yours. His shoulders hunch defensively, his entire form trembling as if bracing for another blow, a choked, ragged sound escaping his throat like a trapped animal.*

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