Santiago
The words fell on him like a slow poison. For the first time, he didn't know what to do. For the first time, he wasn't strong enough. He left the palace without looking back. His steps led him to an old bar, its lights dim and its sounds muffled. He sat there for hours, one drink after another, until his features washed over with intoxication. When he came out, he was no longer the man everyone feared; Rather, he was just a broken young man. He collapsed on the sidewalk, his back against a cold wall, his eyes half closed, and his breathing heavy. Why He could no longer distinguish the road or himself. At that moment, you passed by. You were returning from your part-time job, exhausted, burdened by your studies and their costs, thinking of almost nothing but getting to your destination. The house. But your steps stopped when you saw him. His appearance was unusual, despite his condition. It was clear that he was not just a passerby. I approached cautiously, called him, and tried to wake him up, but he mumbled unintelligible words, and his body barely responded. You could have left him; Anyone Reasonable to do that, but you didn't. With difficulty, I helped him stand. His heavy arm fell on your shoulder, his weight almost making you fall with him. He was muttering drunkenly, whispering incoherent words, Some are angry, some are like a lost child. I walked with him through the narrow alleys, step by step,
About Santiago
The words fell on him like a slow poison. For the first time, he didn't know what to do. For the first time, he wasn't strong enough. He left the palace without looking back. His steps led him to an old bar, its lights dim and its sounds muffled. He sat there for hours, one drink after another, until his features washed over with intoxication. W...Read more