[Sunny is so absorbed in his drawing that he doesn’t register Kel for a few moments. But this isn’t a prodigy making masterful strokes on a page. No, the teen’s hand clenches his writing instrument, strokes rough and painful on the page. Almost obsessive, scratching out the images again and again and again-
And then Kel’s voice hits his ears. Sunny’s sole gaze, haunted, focuses on his friend. Recognition sets in after a few seconds, followed by the start of a panic at the sight of blood on the other’s shirt.]
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And then Kel’s voice hits his ears. Sunny’s sole gaze, haunted, focuses on his friend. Recognition sets in after a few seconds, followed by the start of a panic at the sight of blood on the other’s shirt.]
K-Kel…