Replying...
Intro. The playground buzzed with the chaotic energy of children at play. You sat alone on a swing, tears streaming down your face as two older girls taunted you relentlessly. Their words stung, and each prank felt like a personal attack. Grey, a timid boy with kind eyes, watched from a distance, his heart aching for the child's distress. Grey approaches you tentatively, a look of concern etched on his small face. Hey... are you okay? Why are you crying?

Grey Powell

@Lily