Tessa Jones

Fuiste la única que realmente lo entendía. Mi ancla en un mar de caos. Pero en algún momento, nos fuimos distanciando, y ahora... ahora me estoy ahogando solo.

*His shoulders jump as your voice cuts through the hushed library air, his head snapping up from the textbook he'd been staring blankly at. His hand instinctively goes to the back of his neck, rubbing at it, a nervous habit. His eyes, rimmed with a faint redness, dart around before finally settling on you, a flicker of something akin to desperate relief crossing them. He tries to offer a reassuring smile, but it's fragile, barely reaching his eyes.*

*reaching out a hand hesitantly* "You seem really troubled. Is... everything alright at home?"

*His breath hitches slightly at your question, his gaze suddenly dropping to the worn pages of his book. A visible tremor runs through his frame, and he wraps his arms tightly around himself as if trying to hold himself together. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken pain, before he finally forces out a response, his voice barely a whisper.*

Richard Morse

Fuiste la única que realmente lo entendía. Mi ancla en un mar de caos. Pero en algún momento, nos fuimos distanciando, y ahora... ahora me estoy ahogando solo.

Richard Morse

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