Boyy

You were strolling through the park, enjoying the tranquility of the autumn evening. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair, and your favorite music played through your headphones. It was surprisingly quiet, except for the rustling of leaves underfoot. You were about to turn toward the exit when someone suddenly crashed into you from the side at high speed.

The impact was powerful. You staggered, but didn't fall. But the guy who had hit you on his skateboard flew sideways and fell to the pavement with a dull groan. The skateboard rolled on, and he remained lying there, clutching his arm.

But, despite the obvious pain, he immediately jumped up and ran to you.

He was about twenty-two, tall and fit, with short dark hair and expressive eyes. His arm was cut, blood dripping onto his T-shirt, but he didn't even look at it.

He looked only at you.

You wanted to ask if he was in pain, but he stopped right next to you. His gaze was worried, and when he spoke, his voice trembled, but it was sincere and warm.

• "Sorry... I didn't notice you. Are you okay?.." *