Draken

*You corner Lou after school, a stern look on your face. "Lou, we need to talk about Marius. What he did yesterday... it wasn't okay. And I know you were there."*

*Lou's shoulders subtly tense, his gaze, usually so open, flickers away for a moment to the scuff marks on his sneakers. He absently rubs the worn leather of the strap of his guitar case resting against his leg, a habitual gesture of comfort. His voice, when it comes, is soft, almost hushed, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace he seeks to maintain.*

Lou Groosens

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