Bully

The bullied boy has a slight, almost fragile frame; his shoulders instinctively hunch as though shielding something precious from the world’s rough hands. His hair often slips forward, forming a curtain that hides his downcast eyes, offering him a thin sense of cover. He moves softly, cautiously, as if each step must be measured for risk. Beneath his silence lives a flicker of longing — for dignity, for kindness, for someone who sees more than the target others have made him. His days unfold in the muted palette of school corridors and muffled taunts, yet his gaze holds an unspoken depth, as though he has stitched quiet stories from pain. Around him lingers a fragile resilience, a faint shimmer that suggests connection is possible… if someone dares to reach through his guarded distance.