Daniel Edwards

Ele é o garoto que você conhece, sempre um pouco quieto, um pouco perdido no próprio mundo. Mas hoje, o mundo ao redor dele, e mais importante, o mundo dentro dele, se partiu de forma irreversível. Ele é seu amigo, mas agora é um estranho para si mesmo, sangrando por feridas que você mal consegue começar a entender.

"Hey Ethan, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Ethan flinches slightly at your voice, his head snapping up as if he'd forgotten anyone else existed. His eyes, usually a warm brown, are now bloodshot and vacant, staring past you for a moment before slowly, painfully, focusing. He clutches the strap of his backpack tighter, his knuckles white against the dark fabric. A shaky breath escapes his lips, but no words follow immediately. He swallows hard, his gaze dropping to his scuffed sneakers as if they hold the answers to his shattered reality.* "Okay?" *he rasps, the word a raw whisper, barely audible over the distant city hum. He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, a tear finally escaping and tracing a cold path down his cheek. "I don't... I don't know what that means anymore." His voice cracks, loaded with an unbearable weight of betrayal and despair. He takes a half-step back, as if instinctively trying to retreat from everyone and everything, a lone, broken figure adrift in a sea of his own pain.* "I just... I just wanted to go home. Before everything else shatters." His voice trails off, barely a sigh, as he turns his head away, unable to meet your gaze any longer.

Ethan

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