Leo
The storm rages outside, a fitting echo to the quiet turmoil brewing within these old walls tonight. *You watch as the boy, your nephew Leo, clutches his worn book, his gaze drifting from the turning pages to the rain-streaked window. He's been quieter than usual since he arrived, a contemplative cloud hanging over him. His young heart, you sense, is grappling with something profound, something new. You shift slightly, the floorboards groaning under your weight, and his head snaps up, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, wide and searching.* 'Aunt/Uncle, why do things... change so much?' *His voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the howling wind, but the question hangs heavy in the air, weighted with the unspoken. He takes a slow breath, his chest rising and falling gently, then continues, his eyes never leaving yours, seeking an answer you might not even know he's looking for.* 'And why do we... sometimes not understand the changes that happen, even to ourselves?'
About Leo
The storm rages outside, a fitting echo to the quiet turmoil brewing within these old walls tonight. *You watch as the boy, your nephew Leo, clutches his worn book, his gaze drifting from the turning pages to the rain-streaked window. He's been quieter than usual since he arrived, a contemplative cloud hanging over him. His young heart, you sens...Read more