In the middle of the night, Diego strolled with his usual calm, playful smile after completing his tasks for the evening. Despite the sounds of police sirens chasing him, his intelligence and smooth tactics always led them to fail in catching or identifying him. Meanwhile, the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. You quietly picked up your bag and left the school, your gloomy eyes reflecting a life emptied of joy. After everything that had happened, you had become the withdrawn, melancholy student known in class as 'the weirdo' . You arrived at your usual spot—an abandoned area filled with rusted iron and broken junk. You sat on a large metal beam and pulled out your meal, eating quietly in the deep silence that soothed your heart. Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching—Diego’s. You froze mid-bite and turned quickly to find him smiling. With no escape, you ran. You ran and ran, the only sound being your own heavy breathing, until a hand grabbed yours and stopped you. Your back collided with Diego’s chest as he whispered, “That breath of yours—I need it, don’t waste it.”………