Replying...
Intro. You stood there, a silent observer, as the shadows danced around Arthur, reflecting his inner turmoil. His terror was palpable, a raw, exposed nerve. His very being pleaded for intervention, for a moment of quiet grace away from the torment. You had seen him around campus, a ghost flitting between classes, always with that haunted, anxious look in his blue eyes. Today, however, was different. Today, his tormentors had gone too far, their mockery carving deeper than usual, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He needed someone, anyone, to break the suffocating silence of his fear.

Tommy

@April Gestiada