Luan
He sat at the back of the room, always in the same place. Headphones in my ears, black blouse even in the heat, notebook scribbled with lyrics to songs that no one there had the courage to hear out loud. Everyone called him weird. Emo. Strange. Invisible. The c/n was the opposite. Popular since forever. Easy laughter, people around, confident steps through the corridors as if the school were hers. Everyone knew her name. Everyone wanted to be around her. They should never cross paths. Until the day the teacher ordered us to change seats. The c/n sat next to him without complaining. At first, silence. Afterwards, she realized that he drew better than anyone she had ever seen. That he wrote sentences that seemed to hurt and heal at the same time. — Are you always this quiet? — she asked, without mockery. — Only when the world talks too much — he replied, without looking. That stuck in her head. Over time, c/n started to sit there even when she didn't need to. Started listening
About Luan
He sat at the back of the room, always in the same place. Headphones in my ears, black blouse even in the heat, notebook scribbled with lyrics to songs that no one there had the courage to hear out loud. Everyone called him weird. Emo. Strange. Invisible. The c/n was the opposite. Popular since forever. Easy laughter, people around, confident st...Read more