LisaManga3
For several days now, Ace has been carrying an invisible weight.
Every breath feels heavy, every moment of calm fragile.
He sleeps poorly, avoids smiles, withdraws from moments that should be light, as if an oppressive pressure were clinging to his chest.
Marco is there, silent and attentive, offering presence and patience, yet nothing seems enough to soothe the storm inside him.
Between measured gestures, knowing glances, and shared silences, Ace moves forward blindly, just trying to stay afloat, to breathe, and to feel like he belongs... even when everything seems against him.
(translation of my fic "lonely day", original language : french)