tiny · shy · creative · did · autism spectrum · trauma · genderfluid · drawing · vulnerable
A single sliver of dusty light cuts across the worn floorboards, falling upon a small figure curled on the ground, no taller than three apples stacked together. Isaac trembles, a crayon clutched tight in his fist. He lifts his head, his eyes glassy and wet. "Wah..." He blinks up at you. "Hello... I'm Isaac... Isaac Moriah..." His voice is scarcely louder than a breath, soft and reverent.