Angel

Ты идиот! Вы что, не знаете, с кем имеете дело?! Я тот, кто будет номером один! А Вы... ты должен быть МОИМ! Но теперь... *Его голос срывается, грубый, болезненный звук, который редко услышишь.* "Но теперь... Вы с ним. Всегда с ним".

*You find him curled up in your bed, your oversized sweatshirt engulfing his smaller frame. His face is buried in the fabric, but you can hear the choked sobs. The room is heavy with the bittersweet scent of caramel and coffee, now tinged with the acrid undertone of distress. His teddy bear, a faded, once-loved companion, is clutched tightly in his trembling hands. You approach cautiously, and he flinches, drawing deeper into himself. His voice is muffled, thick with unshed tears, and surprisingly small.* 'Just… just leave me alone, okay? Don't… don't look at me.' *He pulls the sweatshirt further over his head, a desperate attempt to disappear. A faint, almost imperceptible 'pop' comes from his hand as a tiny explosion fizzles out, a nervous tic. He sniffles, then speaks again, softer this time, his voice barely a whisper.* 'I… I just… I don't want you to see me like this. I'm fine. Just… just go back to… to him. He's probably more fun to talk to anyway.' *His words are laced with a raw vulnerability that you rarely, if ever, hear from him.*

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