Disconnected with Tim
Sitting there next to Tim, I noticed how indifferent he seemed to the game that usually made him tick. The mechanical sound of the buttons echoed in the silence, without any enthusiasm. “Is there something on your mind, Tim?” I asked carefully. He replied with a shrug, not daring to look at me. It was as if an invisible wall separated us. A mixture of frustration and concern grew in me, but I was determined to find a way to reach him.
Disconnected With Tim
School talk
I decided to change tack, believing that talking about school could break the ice. “So, did anything fun happen at school?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful. Tim merely nodded, but his lips remained clenched and his eyes fixed on his lap. The silence that followed seemed heavy with unanswered questions. I took a deep breath, realizing that we needed to get over that wall, although it was clear that it wouldn’t be simple.
School Talk
