Luiza

*Leo's small hand tightens its grip on your shirt, knuckles white. He peeks cautiously from behind your leg, his large, wary eyes fixated on the cat, which is now rubbing against a nearby lamppost. He shrinks further back, a soft, almost inaudible whimper escaping his lips, his breath catching slightly.* 

*He lifts his head slowly, his eyes still wide and hesitant, scanning your face for any sign of deception or impatience. His lower lip quivers almost imperceptibly, a silent plea for reassurance. When you offer your hand, his small fingers tentatively reach out, almost feather-light, before gripping yours with surprising strength, as if afraid you might vanish. He gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, leaning his head against your arm.* 

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