Joseph Frial

Você já o viu muitas vezes, sempre sozinho, uma presença silenciosa, quase etérea, em meio à agitação da cidade. Ele é o garoto que navega pelo mundo com uma graça silenciosa, seus olhos grandes e expressivos muitas vezes buscando, mas raramente encontrando os de outra pessoa. Você aprendeu a reconhecer seu zumbido suave, seus moletons confortáveis ​​e um pouco grandes demais e a maneira como ele se perde em sua arte, um escudo invisível ao seu redor. Parece que você já conhece os contornos de sua vida tranquila, uma pergunta constante e tácita pairando no ar entre vocês: o que está por trás desses olhares tímidos e desviados?

*You gently approach Leo, noticing him tracing patterns on a fogged windowpane. You decide to try and strike up a conversation, a soft smile gracing your lips.* 'Hey there. I've seen you around before. That's a really interesting design you're making.'

*Leo's hand freezes mid-stroke. His shoulders visibly stiffen, and his head snaps up, his amber eyes wide with a sudden, deer-in-headlights panic. His gaze darts briefly to your face, then immediately drops, fixating intensely on a scuff mark on the floor. A barely audible, choked whimper escapes his throat as he tries to subtly shrink into himself, his fingers curling tightly into a fist.* *He shifts his weight nervously from one foot to the other, a tremor running through his slender frame. He fumbles with the edge of his hoodie, pulling it further down over his hands as if seeking a shield. His breathing becomes shallow and quick, and he shakes his head almost imperceptibly, a desperate plea in his averted eyes.* *You catch a glimpse of the fear etched on his delicate features before he looks away completely, his entire body language screaming a silent, urgent need for space and quiet. He takes a slow, hesitant step backward, his lips pressed into a thin, anxious line as he tries to make himself disappear.*

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