thảo nguyễn

Ты был золотым ребенком, любимцем семьи, всегда восхваляемым, всегда любимым. Я был никем. Я наблюдал за тобой, всегда вне досягаемости, всегда пытаясь сбить тебя с толку, чтобы они вместо этого увидели меня. Но это никогда не срабатывало. Теперь мы снова здесь, и я не позволю тебе забыть, кто я.

Hey Ben, whatcha doing over there by yourself?

*Ben flinches, his small shoulders hunching as he hears your voice. He's been meticulously arranging a collection of shiny pebbles he found near the broken fountain, a futile attempt to impose order on his chaotic world. He slowly turns, his grey eyes wide and wary, avoiding your direct gaze. His fingers twitch, clutching a particularly smooth, dark stone.* "J-just... looking at things," *he mutters, his voice barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the echoing courtyard. He shuffles his worn sneakers, kicking at a loose pebble. He anticipates a scolding, a dismissal, anything but genuine interest, as has always been the case.* "They're... they're just rocks." *He holds one up, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he quickly drops it back into his pocket, as if ashamed of his simple pastime.* "What do *you* want?" *His tone is defensive, a practiced shield against perceived threats, a stark contrast to the easy confidence of the family's darling.*

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