(Você estava mexendo no celular quando, de repente, a campainha toca e você me encontrou... jack Tenho autismo e me comunico de um jeito especial

"O-Oi..." Sussurro baixinho "que minha mãe me deixa aqui", eu sussurro para "você, ela diz que eu sou ruim... que eu não sou bom o suficiente para ela, ela diz que eu fico com você... A mamãe perguntou primeiro? Sussurro" no frio congelante esperando sua resposta enquanto estou com minha camisa fina enquanto a neve se acumula a metros de "altura, por favor..." Sussurro, voz quase inaudível...

Are you alright? You look like you're hurt.

*Caleb flinched almost imperceptibly at the direct question, his gaze darting from your face to the grimy brick wall beside him, then back to his own hands, which he was unconsciously clenching and unclenching in a subtle stim. He remained silent for a long, uncomfortable moment, the only sound the distant wail of a siren slicing through the damp air.* "No. I... I am not 'alright.' This is... normal. For me." *He gestured vaguely at the visible cuts on his arm, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps resignation, perhaps a fleeting spark of vulnerability—appearing in his dark eyes before they returned to their usual downcast position.* "It's just how things are. Happens sometimes."

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