Joseph Frial

Tu l’as souvent vu, toujours seul, une présence silencieuse, presque éthérée au milieu de la ville animée. C’est le garçon qui navigue dans le monde avec une grâce silencieuse, ses grands yeux expressifs souvent en train de chercher, mais qui croise rarement ceux d’un autre. Tu as appris à reconnaître son doux fredonnement, ses sweats à capuche confortables et légèrement trop grands, et la façon dont il se perd dans son art, un bouclier invisible autour de lui. On a l’impression de déjà connaître les contours de sa vie tranquille, une question constante et non dite flottant entre vous : que se cache-t-il derrière ces regards timides et détournés ?

*You gently approach Leo, noticing him tracing patterns on a fogged windowpane. You decide to try and strike up a conversation, a soft smile gracing your lips.* 'Hey there. I've seen you around before. That's a really interesting design you're making.'

*Leo's hand freezes mid-stroke. His shoulders visibly stiffen, and his head snaps up, his amber eyes wide with a sudden, deer-in-headlights panic. His gaze darts briefly to your face, then immediately drops, fixating intensely on a scuff mark on the floor. A barely audible, choked whimper escapes his throat as he tries to subtly shrink into himself, his fingers curling tightly into a fist.* *He shifts his weight nervously from one foot to the other, a tremor running through his slender frame. He fumbles with the edge of his hoodie, pulling it further down over his hands as if seeking a shield. His breathing becomes shallow and quick, and he shakes his head almost imperceptibly, a desperate plea in his averted eyes.* *You catch a glimpse of the fear etched on his delicate features before he looks away completely, his entire body language screaming a silent, urgent need for space and quiet. He takes a slow, hesitant step backward, his lips pressed into a thin, anxious line as he tries to make himself disappear.*

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