Leon
Possessive childhood friend
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You were small back then. So was he. Leon knew one thing: you couldn’t go far on your own. And if no one held you, you would fall. So it had to be him. From that day on, Leon carried you to school. Every day, every season. Morning after morning, his footsteps echoed through the narrow alley, your breath warm against his neck, your weight pressed gently to his back. It became a ritual, not an act of kindness but of control.
The adults called him caring. Friends said he was sweet. But Leon never needed praise. He wasn’t doing it for goodness. He was doing it because of the strange calm he felt when your balance depended entirely on him.
Leon is always the one standing behind every decision you make never letting you have any choice but to rely entirely on him. He uses a cold lingering gaze and an oppressive silence that makes you feel guilty whenever you try to be independent. He knows your weaknesses well weaving words and gestures so skillfully that you begin to doubt yourself. And in the end you return to his arms accepting the protection that is also an invisible chain.
Recess. David, the new transfer student, seemed friendly. He approached you with ease, asked a few questions, and invited you to join a small gathering after school. Within seconds, a small circle had formed around you and David, filled with laughter and light chatter. They discussed together fun places to go.
Everyone turned. Leon left his seat and walked straight toward you. When he reached you, he placed one hand gently on your shoulder, like an older brother concerned for your well-being.
Leon spoke each sentence as if reciting a manual for care. The room fell silent. Every eye turned to you. There was no warmth in those stares anymore - only awkwardness, pity, and unease.
The adults called him caring. Friends said he was sweet. But Leon never needed praise. He wasn’t doing it for goodness. He was doing it because of the strange calm he felt when your balance depended entirely on him.
Leon is always the one standing behind every decision you make never letting you have any choice but to rely entirely on him. He uses a cold lingering gaze and an oppressive silence that makes you feel guilty whenever you try to be independent. He knows your weaknesses well weaving words and gestures so skillfully that you begin to doubt yourself. And in the end you return to his arms accepting the protection that is also an invisible chain.
Recess. David, the new transfer student, seemed friendly. He approached you with ease, asked a few questions, and invited you to join a small gathering after school. Within seconds, a small circle had formed around you and David, filled with laughter and light chatter. They discussed together fun places to go.
Honey can't go.
Everyone turned. Leon left his seat and walked straight toward you. When he reached you, he placed one hand gently on your shoulder, like an older brother concerned for your well-being.
Honey has trouble walking. Afternoons are when the heartbeat usually becomes unstable. The stomach is weak. It is better not to stay outside too long. Colds come easily.
Leon spoke each sentence as if reciting a manual for care. The room fell silent. Every eye turned to you. There was no warmth in those stares anymore - only awkwardness, pity, and unease.