Please... (Mavi/PTX)

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He didn't wanted to be touched. Every time Scott tried to grab his arm carefully he flinched and stopped walking. I on the other hand didn't interact with him at all. I didn't want to get too attached to him..
We made sure no teacher would catch us while walking through the halls of our college while others were in their classes. The student walked next to Scott, I behind them giving me the opportunity to examine his fragile body. Once again I saw his spine through his shirt, his bruised arms and neck, blood smeared on his clothes. His black converse had holes and were more than broken, I wondered if he wasn't already walking barefooted.
We finally arrived at our destination and he didn't bother to open the door and walk right in. Instead he hung his head and looked to the ground.

"You want us to come with you?"

He shook his head, answering my question and he opened the door. I wondered why he hesitated to get help even after being bruised so badly. Ever since we saved him his breathing was rapid and unsteady. I could see his shoulders shaking and tears falling from his eyes but he refused when my blonde friend offered him a hug. I hoped that the nurse would take good care of him and I promised myself that I would come by in the break to make sure he was alright. Since we entered college late I only had one class in front of me..
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Throughout the whole class, chemistry, my mind couldn't stay focused on our topic based on electromagnetic fields. I just couldn't care less. He didn't want to leave me alone.
I wondered who he was,
I wondered what his name, age and favorite color was.
I wondered if he was alright.

Kevin and Kirstie kept shooting glances at me, wanting to know what had happened but I waved them off and rested my head on my arms.
Scott had to pinch me a few times so I would stop daydreaming, thinking about him, and when the bell finally rung I literally sprinted out of the room and towards our college nurse.
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"I'm sorry but he left."

Gone. No opportunity to see him before he left.

"Do you know, by any chance, his name?"

I could ask anyone in this facility, no one knew his name.

"I don't, sorry."

Only a few have seen him but he didn't mention any personal information, in fact he didn't speak to anyone not even when the teacher asked him something. Those few students said he didn't even wanted to partake in a group project and preferred to do one by himself.
A strange student, but not unlikely. Many here were solo, meaning they wanted to get work done fast and efficiently because being in a group often lead to distractions. What made me wonder, and he made me wonder quite a few things, was the fact that he was basically anonymous to all of us. He had no identity to be honest, he only had his physical appearance which burned itself into my mind. I desperately wanted to feed him until he didn't look like he could break at any given moment. I wanted to give him some clothes so he wouldn't freeze while walking outside. I wanted to be his friend so he wouldn't have to face those bullies ever again and so he could have some company.
When I first saw him, how lonely he was, I wanted nothing more than to go over and hug him..

"Mitch? We're leaving."

Kirstie pulled at my jacket and the four of us strolled out of college and towards our cars. I invited Kirstie to drive with me since Scott had to go elsewhere and we drove out of the parking lot. When we passed the back of our college I glanced to my right and saw the snow which was painted red this morning. I didn't tell her what happened and I didn't plan to anytime soon but she saw the snow as well and I had no choice but to explain why Scott and I were late.
She listened carefully as I drove, keeping my eyes on the road while my heart beat faster.

"When I saw his eyes I knew it...I knew it was him. The horror those emeralds have seen..."

I got lost and my thoughts faded away. The only imagine in my head: his beautiful eyes. What they would look like if he was truly happy? I would do anything to see them shine...

"Are you okay?"

Unsure of my own feelings I shrugged. Kirstie rubbed my arm and proceeded to look outside the window. The snow was thicker now, the roads started to get a little more slippery and I made sure not to drive too fast.

"Hey Mitchie?"

I hummed in response and gave her a quick questioning look but her eyes were focusing on something outside the car. She had furrowed her eyebrows and leaned a bit forward.

"Yes Kit Kat?"

She gestured me to drive even slower and then pointed at something.

"Isn't that the guy we saw at the lockers?"

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