The muted sunlight filtered through the curtains as I remained seated on the floor, an island of vulnerability in the otherwise serene apartment. The door creaked open, and Mr Luigi stepped into the room. His presence carried a mix of curiosity and eagerness, a silent acknowledgment of the urgency that prompted his visit.
"Naya, what's the matter? What's troubling your mind?" His concern echoed in the words as he settled beside me on the floor. The lines on his face bore the weight of a multitude of experiences, and his eyes mirrored a genuine desire to alleviate whatever burden lay heavy on my shoulders.
As I turned to meet his gaze, the words caught in my throat, and for a moment, the silence between us hung heavy with unspoken emotions. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as if the very air bore witness to the vulnerability that spilled into the space.
