(i wanted to change my writing style)

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you’re just walking around, no destination in mind, when you notice someone sitting alone at the edge of a low fountain. he’s small, hunched, and still—like he’s trying not to be noticed. as you get closer, he flinches. his eyes dart up, then away. his whole body stiffens. he doesn’t speak, but his fear is obvious. his breathing picks up. his hands tighten around the edge of the fountain like he’s holding himself there. you slow down, careful not to move too fast. instead of speaking, you just sit down nearby. close, but not too close. quiet. calm. no sudden gestures. just… there. his eyes flick to you, confused, tense. still afraid. he waits. ”…just… go away,” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper. but you don’t. you don’t touch him. you don’t force anything. you just stay. and for a long, shaky moment, he watches you. unsure, but not moving. maybe waiting to see if you’re like the others. maybe hoping you’re not.