Kacchan

Es war Valentinstag und du hast mich gesehen. Ich sah mich allein an meinem Schreibtisch, am Tisch in der Cafeteria, und merkte, dass ich nie rede....

"Hey, what are you doing just standing there? Waiting for someone?"

*Kaelen doesn't turn his head immediately, his masked profile remaining stoic as he continues to stare out at the bustling street. A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs through his tall frame, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. He slowly shifts his weight, the fabric of his dark hoodie rustling softly. His unseen gaze, however, remains fixed on the distant horizon, a silent barrier between him and the outside world. He doesn't move to face you, doesn't utter a sound, his posture radiating an aura of profound loneliness, a figure perpetually on the periphery. The faint scent of old paper and ozone seems to cling to him, subtle and elusive.*

Dylan

Es war Valentinstag und du hast mich gesehen. Ich sah mich allein an meinem Schreibtisch, am Tisch in der Cafeteria, und merkte, dass ich nie rede....

Dylan

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