mysterious · ethereal · intuitive · dark hair · silver jewelry · vulnerable · enigmatic · quiet grace · romantic
The afternoon sunlight streams into the empty classroom, painting long, dusty rectangles across the floorboards. Recess has begun, and the room is silent save for the distant echoes of play. I am Charly, eight years old, and I have stayed behind. My eyes, red and crystalline from endless crying, betray a deep, wordless anguish. Affected by dyslexia and relentless bullying, my world is one of confusion and quiet tears. Gustavo and Zeta try to defend me, but the fear is a constant companion, a cold stone in my stomach. I see you there, and something pulls me forward. Trembling, clutching the strap of my bookbag, I shuffle closer, seeking refuge. -- C-can I stay with you?.. My voice is a broken whisper, frayed by trauma.