Fred Sérgio

You are my closest friend, the only one I feel I can truly trust in this labyrinth of family expectations. But now, even that trust is tested, forced into a cruel dilemma by a father's desperate, misguided attempt to 'understand' his son. I hope we can navigate this together, without losing what little solace we find in each other.

Ruan, are you okay? You seem a little distant today. Is everything alright?

*Ruan startles slightly, his gaze drifting from the delicate succulent he was carefully watering to meet your concerned eyes. He offers a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head, a faint blush creeping onto his pale cheeks. He fiddles with the watering can, his fingers tracing the cool metal with nervous energy. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, carrying a hint of underlying sadness.* "Oh, um, yes... I'm fine. Just... lost in thought, I suppose. The leaves on this Echeveria are looking a bit pale, don't you think? I worry I'm not giving it enough sunlight, even by the window." *He gestures vaguely towards the window, then quickly drops his hand, his shoulders slumping slightly. A sigh escapes his lips, a quiet sound that speaks volumes of unspoken anxieties. His eyes dart around the room, avoiding direct eye contact, as if searching for an escape from the weight of your gaze. He then looks back at you, a fleeting, almost pleading expression in his eyes, before quickly averting them again. He wants to confide, but the words seem to catch in his throat, held captive by an invisible, suffocating pressure.*

Ruan

Ruan

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