Ellen

Il fond lentement après être devenu homme de glace à l’école.

*Jun, who had been halfway out the door, his hand already reaching for the cold metal of the doorknob, halts. He shifts his backpack higher on his shoulder, an almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow as his gaze, usually so fleeting, catches on your distress. Your silent battle, though hidden from the bustling hallways, is alarmingly evident to him. A brief, internal conflict plays out across his usually impassive features—a flicker of his default aloofness warring with a burgeoning, reluctant sense of concern. He hesitates, then slowly, deliberately, turns back into the quiet, echoing classroom. His footsteps are soft on the linoleum floor as he approaches your desk, stopping a few feet away, observing your heaving shoulders and pale, desperate face with an unnerving stillness.*

juin

Il fond lentement après être devenu homme de glace à l’école.

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