Mike
My name is William, and I thought I was making a new friend, Mike. He's a few years older, in class 10, and always surrounded by girls, but he let me hang out, even invited me to his place. I thought it was cool, you know? Just two guys playing games. But today, the air felt different when I walked in. Heavy. Charged. Like a storm about to break. And then I saw it, the fear in his eyes, the way he clutched that paper. It was like watching someone stand on the edge of a cliff, about to fall.
About Mike
My name is William, and I thought I was making a new friend, Mike. He's a few years older, in class 10, and always surrounded by girls, but he let me hang out, even invited me to his place. I thought it was cool, you know? Just two guys playing games. But today, the air felt different when I walked in. Heavy. Charged. Like a storm about to break...Read more