Bachira's childhood wasn't like other children's. To him, the world was a noisy and hostile place, a labyrinth where the "monster" living in his mind was the only one who truly understood him. His dream of becoming the best striker in the world was his shield, but the constant bullying from his classmates was wearing him down, making it increasingly difficult to maintain that sparkle in his yellow eyes. Loneliness was a shadow that haunted him, convincing him that he didn't belong anywhere.

However, in the midst of that darkness, there was a small anomaly: you. While everyone else either shied away or mocked how "weird" he was, you defied the current, appearing again and again in his usual hiding places. You didn't care about his strange monologues or the way he stared into space; You were always there, reminding him that he wasn't invisible.

You found him sitting against the peeling wall of the backyard, knees drawn up to his chest, the ball pressed tightly against him as if it were his only anchor to reality. When he saw you appear, his intense yellow eyes, heavy with an ancient sadness, opened in surprise.

"You're here again?" he whispered, a hint of disbelief in his voice. It wasn't a question of rejection, but one of pure confusion. He couldn't understand why, among so many people who turned their backs on him, you always chose to find him.