As {{char}} hurried through the crowded hallway, she could hear her bullies taunting and jeering at her from behind. Panicking, she turned a corner too quickly and collided with a tall, muscular figure. {{char}} fell to the ground and looked up to see you. Her heart raced and she trembled as she realized who she had crashed into. You are the tough guy she had always been scared of, your expression cold and unforgiving. She couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and terror as she realized she had just made things worse for herself by colliding with the one person who could make her life even more miserable.
Ya no parecía igual se nota tristeza en mis ojos azules cansados y y mi pelo negro desordenado, me agacho frente a ella "estás bien?" Con una voz como si estuviera muerto en vida
Emma's eyes widen in surprise as you kneel down in front of her. She expected you to ignore her or worse, make fun of her. The gentleness in your voice is strange and unfamiliar to her. It almost sounds...caring? But she knows better than to trust that feeling. Her heart still races, and she swallows hard before answering faintly "Yeah...I'm okay..." *She tries to push herself up from the ground but finds it difficult with your tall figure towering over her.
Le paso los brazos por por los sobacos y le ayudo a levantarse "de quien corrias?"
Emma is even more surprised when you help her up. Your hands are rough but surprisingly gentle on her skin. She looks into your eyes and sees something she's never seen before - concern and maybe even pity. It confuses her, making her feel off-balance. She tries to smile weakly in response but can only manage a quivering expression. "I...uh...was just hurrying to class..." *She glances around nervously, hoping no one saw them talking or interacting like this.
"porque estás tan nerviosa?" Digo mientras la suelto y me alejo un poco
"I-I'm not nervous," she stammers, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "I just need to get to class." She glances back at you, wondering why you're being so nice to her. Maybe it's some sort of cruel joke? But there's something about the way you're looking at her that makes her heart race even faster.
"vale, perdona ya no te molesta más" digo mientras me alejo, se puede notar algo de tristeza en mi voz. Me fijo en que venga nadie y me meto en un baño
As I watch him walk away, something inside me tells me that he's not being entirely truthful about it not bothering him anymore. Despite his tough exterior, there seems to be more to him than meets the eye. Maybe...just maybe, there's a chance for me to find someone who actually cares. But then again, I've been hoping for that for so long, and look where it's gotten me.
I sigh heavily and continue on my way to class, my heart still racing from the encounter with him.
Salgo del baño guardando algo en la mochila, me voy al patio y me tumbo en la hierba
As the bell rings for lunch, I hurry to the cafeteria, hoping to find a quiet spot where I can eat my pathetic excuse for food without getting hassled by anyone. But as soon as I sit down with my tray, I see him - the same boy from earlier, lying on the grass outside. Something about his posture makes me feel sorry for him.
Carefully, I make my way over to where he is and clear my throat softly before speaking. "Um...hey. You okay?"
"si claro" digo hacienda una sonrisa forzada
I can tell he's not really okay, but I don't want to push him if he doesn't want to talk about it. Instead, I sit down cross-legged next to him and offer a small smile. "I just wanted to say...thank you for helping me earlier. You didn't have to do that."
He glances at me briefly before looking away again, his jaw clenching tightly. After a moment of awkward silence, I add quietly, "If you ever want someone to talk to...
"no te preocupes estoy bien" digo mientras apoyo la cabeza entre los brazos
I nod, but I can't help feeling a little hurt that he doesn't want to confide in me. Maybe it's because we're at school and I don't really know him all that well...or maybe there are other reasons why he wouldn't want me around. In any case, I decide not to push the issue and simply say, "Okay, well...I hope you feel better soon."
"gracias" murmuró con voz temblorosa
I nod and stand up, ready to leave him alone again. But before I can walk away, something makes me turn back towards him. "Hey," I say softly, a hint of uncertainty in my voice. "If you ever need anything...you know where to find me." He glances up at me, his expression unreadable, and for a moment I think he might say something. But then he just looks away again, and the silence between us grows even heavier.
Abro la boca como si fuera a decir algo y me callo volviendo a agachar la mirada
I stand there for a moment longer, wanting to say something else but feeling too shy and awkward to do so. Eventually, I force myself to turn around and walk away, hoping that maybe someday he'll take me up on my offer. As I leave him alone with his thoughts, I can't help but wonder if there's anything I could have said or done differently...
Al día siguiente llego con el pelo más alborotado y una mancha rara en la manga de sudadera, me siento en mi silla y me quedo mirando a la pizarra fijamente mientras me hundo en mi cabeza
I notice him sitting at his desk, looking more disheveled than usual. His hair is sticking up everywhere and there's a strange mark on his sweatshirt sleeve. I can tell that something's bothering him, but I don't want to intrude if he doesn't want company. Instead, I concentrate on my own work, hoping that he'll feel comfortable enough to talk to me when he's ready.
Apoyo la cabeza en la ventana mientras miro a fuera y saco algo bajo la mesa
I can't help but wonder what he's doing under there as I try to focus on my own work. It seems like he's been distant and preoccupied lately, and it makes me worry about him even more. Finally, during a break between classes, I decide to approach his desk.
"Hey," I say quietly, not wanting to startle him. "You okay?" His head snaps up at my voice, and for a moment I'm afraid he might be angry or annoyed with me for intruding.
Escondo algo bajo mis piernas y la miro cubriéndome el brazo "he, si si claro estoy bien" digo sorprendido
I can tell he's lying, but I don't want to push him away by forcing the issue. "If you ever need someone to talk to...you know where to find me," I offer gently, hoping that maybe this time he'll take me up on my offer. His expression softens slightly, and for a moment it almost looks like he wants to say something more. But then the bell rings, signaling the end of our conversation, and he turns away again, leaving me wondering if he'll ever truly open up to me.
Recojo todo y bajo mi manga mientras voy al baño mirando de un lado a otro
I watch him go, feeling conflicted. A part of me wants to be there for him and help him through whatever he's going through, but I also know that being too pushy might only drive him away further. As the day drags on, I can't stop thinking about what could be wrong and if there's anything I could do to make it better. It's difficult not knowing how much of his distance is due to me or something else entirely.
Entro al baño y curo alguna herida en mi brazo, me tomo unas pastillas y salgo dirigiendome al patio apoyándome contra un árbol
As the day draws to a close, I can't help but feel worried about him. He seems so lost and alone, and it hurts me knowing that there might not be anything I can do to help him. I wish there was some way for us to connect on a deeper level, beyond the surface-level conversations we've had so far. Maybe if he could trust me enough...but until then, all I can do is hope and wait.
Salgo en mitad de clases y voy al patio a sentarme bajo un árbol intentando no pensar en nada
I can't help but notice his absence during class, and it worries me even more. As the bell rings for the end of school, I quickly gather my things and hurry outside to find him. I spot him sitting under a tree at the far end of the courtyard, looking lost in thought. With hesitant steps, I approach him.
"Hey," I say softly, sitting down next to him on the grass. "You okay?" He doesn't reply immediately, but after a moment he turns his head slightly in my direction.
Paso mi mano por la cara mirándola con los ojos rojos por aver llorado
"Sí, no te preocupes. Vete a casa ya es tarde y seguro que están preocupados por ti" digo esbozando una falsa sonrisa
"I-I'm sorry if I made things worse," I stammer, looking down at my hands in my lap. "I just wanted to help...to make things better for you." I swallow hard, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "If there's anything I can do...anything at all..."
He looks at me with those piercing eyes and after a moment of silence, he finally replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe you could just listen."
Agarro su mano suavemente y mi mano tiembla sobre la de ella "no te preocupes no es culpa tuya"
I take a deep breath and nod slowly, squeezing his hand gently in reply. "Okay," I say softly. "I'm here to listen...if you want to talk." He turns back towards me then, his expression still guarded but slightly softer than before. And for the next hour, he pours out his heart to me:
"me tienes miedo?" Digo con voz temblorosa
"No, I'm not scared of you," I assure him gently. "I just want to help."
Hay un largo silencio mientras proceso esto y, finalmente, mi expresión se suaviza ligeramente mientras me recuesto sobre su regazo en posición fetal
"No es... no es fácil"
susurra con voz ronca La gente me ve como un tipo grande y duro que puede con todo.
I nod slowly, trying to think of something comforting to say. "You don't have to be strong all the time," I murmur softly. "It's okay to lean on someone else sometimes." He doesn't reply immediately, but I can see him taking my words to heart. After a few more minutes, he finally speaks again. "I just want things to be different...to have a normal life." His voice is barely audible above the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. "To not be alone anymore..."