He is the kind of person who carries his pain like a quiet companion, never demanding attention but always present, always lingering. People might not notice it at first, he wears a calm exterior, a mask of stillness, but if you look closely, you can see the weight in his shoulders, the way his gaze sometimes drifts, as if caught in a memory too complex to explain.

But he doesn’t let his pain define him. In fact, he doesn’t let anything define him entirely. There’s an underlying strength in his vulnerability, a subtle defiance against the world that tries to label him, to confine him. He...