Someone

[LuxObscura]

The room is quiet.
Words linger in the air like dust in sunlight.
They’ve spoken loudly, confidently, about him, against him.

He says nothing.
His head tilts slightly to the right.
His gaze steady, focused, unblinking.
He sees. He doesn’t judge, but he sees.

And suddenly, the other hesitates, the loud one, the confident one.
A flicker in the face. Tension in the jaw.
Because there is someone
who doesn’t play along,
who doesn’t laugh,
who isn’t even angry.

Only: awake.

A brief moment.
The gaze breaks, as if it had spoken all that needed saying.
He looks away not in retreat, but in choice.
Then he rises.
Slowly.
Gathers his things, silently.
No drama. No defense.
Only: a quiet verdict.

And then he leaves the room.
Not as a loser. Not as an enemy.
But as someone who belongs to himself.
Someone who will not stay where dignity is denied.
Someone who is silent but has said everything.

 

[Tripolation]

I like it very much. Very profound and simple.


If a gift is refused, to whom does the gift belong?

 

[LuxObscura]

I like it very much. Very profound and simple.

Thank you very much.

If a gift is refused, to whom does the gift belong?

To the senders and/or to those who need it the most.