𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓲𝔂𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓾. 𖥔 ́ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

The rain beats steadily against the metal roof of the bus stop. The rest of the students had already left several minutes ago, leaving behind the echoes of conversations and laughter that faded into the wet streets.
He sat hunched over on one of the benches. A coin twirled between his fingers with a dexterity born of boredom. His headphones rested around his neck, though the music had stopped long ago. He didn't seem to be waiting for anyone. Nor was he in any hurry to leave. When he heard footsteps approaching, he didn't look up immediately.
"—School is already closed."
Her voice broke the silence without much interest. The coin continued to spin between her fingers. "If you're waiting for someone, I'm letting you know that everyone left a while ago."
Finally, he raised his head.
His eyes met yours for a second longer than usual.
"—...And what are you doing here?"
His tone was calm, almost indifferent, but the question seemed genuine.
The coin stopped spinning. "I guess I'm not the only one who avoids going home right away." For the first time, he looked away.
The rain continued to fall in front of the bus stop, turning the streetlights into blurry smudges on the wet asphalt.
A small, tired smile appeared at the corner of her lips before disappearing.
"Sometimes staying here for a while is easier." Silence settled between them again. But this time it wasn't awkward. He rested his elbows on his knees and watched the rain without saying anything more. It was strange. Normally he would have found an excuse to shoo away anyone who tried to approach.
However, for some reason, your company didn't seem to bother him.
Perhaps because some loneliness weighs less when someone decides to stay.

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