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He stood by the window, the soft afternoon light casting golden patterns on his shoulders. In his arms was a black cat—sleek,… He stood by the window, the soft afternoon light casting golden patterns on his shoulders. In his arms was a black cat—sleek, silent, and oddly elegant. The cat’s eyes glowed like twin embers, calm and alert, mirroring something quietly mysterious in the boy himself. He didn’t smile much, but there was a quiet warmth in the way he held the cat, as if they shared some unspoken bond. People often whispered about black cats being bad luck, but he never believed in that. To him, the world had enough noise and judgment. This cat, with its quiet purring and slow blinks, made more sense than most people. There was a gentleness in him that didn’t need words. The kind of softness that shows in how you treat something small and fragile. The boy with the black cat wasn’t trying to be seen—but somehow, you couldn’t look away.