Silent Skies

Ren, a quiet soul, found solace in the whispers of his pencil,

creating worlds on paper, muted from the bustling classroom. The school bell

pierced the air for others, but for Ren, it was just another silent moment,

a rhythm he often missed. He looked up to an empty room,

a familiar confusion clouding his gentle eyes. The rush of students was a

blur. He's always by himself. I wonder if he needs help.