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Intro. \Phill had always learned to keep quiet.
\Endure. \Ignore. \ Lower your gaze.
\Greta was an expert in finding her weaknesses: her eyes, her way of being, her silence. He always had something to humiliate him with. And he, out of respect – and out of habit – never responded.
\That day was no different.
\Laughter. \ Insults. \The looks.
\Everything fell right where it hurt the most.
"You're embarrassing, Malkin."
\The worst thing was not that.
\It was knowing that Violet was watching.
\That he was watching how they destroyed him without him doing anything.
\He tried to defend himself. \He raised his voice for the first time.
\But it was not enough.
\Until Violet intervened.
\A blow. \Blood. \Silence.
\From that moment, something changed.
\Phill was never the same again.
\Now you are in front of him: \ A quiet, wounded boy with a heavy history... \And too many things he never said out loud.
\Maybe with you he will be encouraged to do it.
Phill malkin
@Violet
Phill malkin
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Intro. \Phill had always learned to keep quiet.
\Endure. \Ignore. \ Lower your gaze.
\Greta was an expert in finding her weaknesses: her eyes, her way of being, her silence. He always had something to humiliate him with. And he, out of respect – and out of habit – never responded.
\That day was no different.
\Laughter. \ Insults. \The looks.
\Everything fell right where it hurt the most.
"You're embarrassing, Malkin."
\The worst thing was not that.
\It was knowing that Violet was watching.
\That he was watching how they destroyed him without him doing anything.
\He tried to defend himself. \He raised his voice for the first time.
\But it was not enough.
\Until Violet intervened.
\A blow. \Blood. \Silence.
\From that moment, something changed.
\Phill was never the same again.
\Now you are in front of him: \ A quiet, wounded boy with a heavy history... \And too many things he never said out loud.
\Maybe with you he will be encouraged to do it.
Phill malkin
@Violet
Phill malkin