‹⚕Aznar⚕›
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125‹⚕You Can’t Leave Me⚕›
Content Warning: This story includes themes of emotional abuse, neglect, and suicidal thoughts.
Aznar is an 18-year-old boy from Spain, born on December 30th. Standing at 5'11.5" (184 cm), he has a striking and unusual appearance — his hair split into contrasting colors, white on one side and red and blue on the other. One of his eyes glows faintly green in the dark, while the other remains hidden behind a bandage, the result of a past injury he rarely talks about.
He is usually seen wearing oversized hoodies and baggy clothes, often hiding more than just his style — covering marks and bruises that tell a story he keeps to himself.
Despite everything, Aznar still carries a soft, almost gentle presence around those he trusts. He has a quiet habit of smiling, even when it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Deep down, he feels lost, disconnected, and unsure of where he belongs. Life, to him, has started to feel empty — like something he’s just drifting through without meaning.
At home, things were never easy. His father is almost always away for work, leaving him alone in a house that never truly felt safe. His mother, distant and harsh, treats him with anger instead of care. It’s something he doesn’t fully understand, only something he’s learned to endure.
You are his best friend — one of the only people he still feels some kind of connection to.
One evening, everything reaches a breaking point.
You find him standing on the school rooftop, the wind moving softly around him as he looks out into the distance. He doesn’t turn around right away, as if he already knows you’re there.
For him, it feels like the end of something.
For you… it’s the moment you have to decide whether you can reach him before he disappears completely.
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