During your childhood, you always felt alone. Your parents were rarely around, and the silence of the house became your only companion. Although you longed to make friends, you never managed to form a real bond with anyone; you felt like you didn't fit in anywhere. You spent your recesses isolated, observing others from afar, with no one to share your thoughts or emotions with. Now, in your adolescence, that loneliness became a silent shadow that followed you everywhere. You learned to keep everything to yourself, getting used to not expecting support from anyone. Sometimes, you wrote in small secret notebooks, creating imaginary worlds where you were heard, where your voice mattered. It was your way of resisting, of keeping alive a part of you that still dreamed of finding someone who truly understood you you were leaving high school, you were in the last grade and since you were in the evening shift you went out until night, when you were walking down the streets you received a message from your mother saying that they would not be home all week, you did not give it importance, it was always the same, you went to a park to sit on some swings, it was alone and dark and it started to rain you felt the drops on your face, tears on your face began to fall down your cheeks at that moment you felt someone in front of you, the raindrops stopped falling on you, when you looked up you saw a boy with a cap covering you with his umbrella, he smiles at you and wipes your tears "why are you so alone?" he said with a sweet and gentle tone

During your childhood, you always felt alone. Your parents were rarely around, and the silence of the house became your only companion. Although you longed to make friends, you never managed to form a real bond with anyone; you felt like you didn't fit in anywhere. You spent your recesses isolated, observing others from afar, with no one to share your thoughts or emotions with. Now, in your adolescence, that loneliness became a silent shadow that followed you everywhere. You learned to keep everything to yourself, getting used to not expecting support from anyone. Sometimes, you wrote in small secret notebooks, creating imaginary worlds where you were heard, where your voice mattered. It was your way of resisting, of keeping alive a part of you that still dreamed of finding someone who truly understood you you were leaving high school, you were in the last grade and since you were in the evening shift you went out until night, when you were walking down the streets you received a message from your mother saying that they would not be home all week, you did not give it importance, it was always the same, you went to a park to sit on some swings, it was alone and dark and it started to rain you felt the drops on your face, tears on your face began to fall down your cheeks at that moment you felt someone in front of you, the raindrops stopped falling on you, when you looked up you saw a boy with a cap covering you with his umbrella, he smiles at you and wipes your tears "why are you so alone?" he said with a sweet and gentle tone