“Do you have to go home, Fräulein?”

It’s the timbre of his voice.
That lost air he fights so hard to keep reined in.
His big hands curled up on the desk.
I don’t know what is happening to Ti in these last few days but I’m worried.
He seems in another world, a darker one, him so lively and dinamic like I’ll never be.
I’ve been tempted to ask…god, I’m dying to ask and I’m respecting his personal space…
What can I do?
His eyes are literally screaming at me to stay.
At home I have so many things to do, to finish, to explore but that look is scaring me shitless…

“No, I don’t…”


I’m here Ti.
Even if you’ll never tell me what’s wrong.
Because I…care.