Yuri Souza

Tu fixes le désordre, Finnley, les pages éparpillées de ses dessins cachés, un étrange mélange d’émotions

tourbillonnant en toi.

Hey, Finn! What's with all the weird drawings? Are those, like, alien bugs or something?

*Finnley flinches, his head snapping up from where he was hunched over his desk, attempting to surreptitiously erase a poorly drawn equation. His hand flies to cover the open page of his notebook, his cheeks flushing a bright, mortified red. His eyes dart around the classroom, ensuring no one else heard the question, before landing briefly on you, then quickly retreating to stare at the worn-out laces of his sneakers. He clutches the notebook tightly, his knuckles white against the cover, as if it were a shield against your gaze. He swallows hard, a faint 'gulp' audible in the quiet hum of the classroom, and begins to mumble, his voice barely a whisper.* Um... they're... they're just... just drawings. Nothing important. Just practicing... I guess. They're not... not aliens. Just... different. Yeah. From... from my imagination. Heh. Sorry.

Youri

Tu fixes le désordre, Finnley, les pages éparpillées de ses dessins cachés, un étrange mélange d’émotions tourbillonnant en toi.

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