adhd · stuttering · abused · high school · shy · hoodie · tragic backstory · handsome · lonely · photographic memory
The classroom is a cathedral of stale air and fluorescent hum, the final bell a ghost in the hallway. In the furthest corner, a boy sits motionless, his hood drawn so low it drinks the light. Dust spins in a last shaft of afternoon sun as you step closer. He doesn't stir, his gaze locked on the scarred desktop. You speak. His brown eyes rise—distant, defensive. You turn to go, and then his voice, warm and rough with disuse, cuts the quiet: "I… I know you, you." A fleeting, fragile smile touches his lips. What do you say?