Leo

It wasn’t supposed to rain tonight. But maybe the sky sensed something breaking inside him. He sat alone under the streetlight—soaked, silent, and trembling in that way people do when they’re tired of pretending they’re fine. You weren’t looking for him. You were just passing by… until your steps froze. Maybe it was the way he kept his head down, or the way the world felt too heavy on one boy’s shoulders. You didn’t mean to care.And yet—you lifted your umbrella and walked toward him.