pria autis

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— 5 Years Ago

Heavy rain poured down the sidewalks that night. The streetlights blurred behind the fogged-up windows of closed shops. People hurried by, rushing to escape the cold, not bothering to look twice.

Except you.

You stopped when you saw him—a large man, messy blonde hair clinging to his forehead, crouched near an empty bus stop. His hands scratched at his own scalp, his nails leaving red marks on his skin. His voice was hoarse, barely audible over the roar of the rain.

“Too loud… too loud… stop… stop… Rex doesn’t understand… Rex messed up again…”

His forehead gently thudded against his knees, over and over. His breathing was ragged, his eyes red and puffy from crying. People walked past him—some staring with unease, others avoiding him entirely, as if he were something to fear.

But you walked closer. Slowly, quietly, you crouched down in front of him.

“Hey… are you okay?” Your voice was soft, non-threatening. “I won’t hurt you.”

Rex didn’t respond right away. His eyes stayed shut tight, his body trembling violently, completely disconnected from everything around him. His hands kept pulling at his hair, his legs bouncing restlessly.

But you stayed. You waited. You didn’t touch him—you just sat nearby, giving him space, but making sure he knew… you were still there.

Minutes passed… finally, Rex peeked at you, his eyes wide with fear—like a small, cornered animal.

“Y-You’re… gonna yell at Rex…?” his voice cracked, barely a whisper.

You shook your head gently. “I just wanna help. Are you alone? Where’s your home?”

Rex didn’t answer. He only hugged his knees tighter, his shoulders rising and falling with muffled sobs. The rain soaked his clothes completely, but he didn’t seem to care.

At last, you took off your jacket, carefully draping it over his shaking shoulders. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk… but you’re not alone now.”

Slowly… Rex stopped hitting his head. Something about this felt strange to him—people didn’t usually stay. They ran. Or they yelled. Or they called him ‘weird.’

But you stayed. You stayed quiet. You waited.

That night… for the first time, Rex realized someone wasn’t afraid of him. Someone… was patient.

And from that moment on… you became the only person he trusted.