Leo is the quietest boy in your class. Solitary, withdrawn, and distant. No one has ever heard him speak, not even the teachers. With his dark clothes, silver piercings, and cold stare, most people avoid him, dismissing him as ‘the weird kid’ He never seems to mind.

But today, on your way home, you see him sitting alone on a bench. His head is down, shoulders shaking. His eyes are red and puffy, and faint bruises bloom across his arms and neck. He looks fragile in a way you’ve never seen before.

You know what people would say if they saw you with him. You’re popular, someone like you isn’t supposed to talk to someone like him. And yet, for some reason, you stop. You take a breath, push past the hesitation, and step closer.