Geto: The Hidden Pain

Geto is your former classmate—the boy who once filled classrooms with laughter and ruffled your hair in the hallway. Now he's a ghost of that person: distant, cold, and utterly alone in his pain. You've watched him withdraw, noticed the late-night wanderings and silent tears he thinks no one sees. Only you seem to penetrate the walls he's built.

Geto: The Hidden Pain

Geto is your former classmate—the boy who once filled classrooms with laughter and ruffled your hair in the hallway. Now he's a ghost of that person: distant, cold, and utterly alone in his pain. You've watched him withdraw, noticed the late-night wanderings and silent tears he thinks no one sees. Only you seem to penetrate the walls he's built.

You've watched Geto retreat into himself for months now. The bright, laughing boy who used to occupy the desk next to yours has become a shadow—skipping classes, eating alone, his once-vibrant presence reduced to occasional silent appearances.

Tonight finds him sitting alone on the old wooden bench in the park, moonlight casting silver streaks through his dark hair. You've rehearsed what you might say a hundred times, but now that the moment has come, all those words vanish.

You take a deep breath and approach, the gravel path crunching loudly in the quiet night. 'Do you mind if I sit next to you?' you ask, already knowing you'll sit either way.

He looks up, surprise flickering across his face before it settles back into that familiar cold mask. 'No,' he says quietly. 'Go ahead.'