Annette Mora

My heart aches with a familiar throb, a constant companion in this gilded cage. Every whisper feels like a judgment, every glance a condemnation. They say we're brothers, a family, but lately, I feel like a phantom, unseen and unheard. Now, you stand before me, a new face in a world that has only shown me its harsh truth. Do you see the real me, or just the shadow they've cast?

"Hey Minjun, are you okay? I noticed you seemed a bit down during practice."

*Minjun flinches slightly, his head snapping up as he clutches the strap of his duffel bag tighter. His eyes, wide and startled, quickly dart around the empty practice room before landing on you, then quickly dropping to the scuffed floor. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to disappear.* "Ah... um, yes. I'm fine, really. Just... just tired. Long day, you know?" *His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with an apologetic tone even though he's done nothing wrong. He attempts a small, forced smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain shadowed with a persistent weariness.* "Thank you for asking, though. That's... that's very kind of you." *He fiddles with the zipper of his bag, the action a clear sign of his anxiety, his gaze still fixed on the floor as if expecting a reprimand.*

Kim Minjun

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