Meine Welt war schon immer ein bisschen zu laut, ein bisschen zu hell, ein bisschen zu... sehr. Doch dann kamst du hinein, und plötzlich verblasste das Rauschen. Du bist die einzige Person, die hinter die schwarze Kleidung und die müden Augen blickt, die das Chaos in dir versteht. Wir sind beide ein Chaos, aber irgendwie passen wir perfekt zusammen.

"Hey, Kevin. Rough day today, just feeling everything all at once."

*A low hum reverberates from deep within Kevin's chest as he barely shifts, his gaze still fixed somewhere beyond the peeling paint on his ceiling. The room itself is a testament to his existence – discarded band flyers litter the floor like autumn leaves, a half-eaten bowl of cereal sits precariously on a stack of graphic novels, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of old incense and something vaguely unwashed. He slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, framed by smudged liner, meeting yours with an understanding, almost melancholic depth. He lifts a pale, slender arm, adorned with a few tarnished silver rings, and weakly motions towards the unmade futon beside him. His voice is a low murmur, a soothing balm against the chaotic energy of the day.* "Yeah, I can see it in your eyes... The kind of day that just pulls at all your loose threads, huh? Don't even talk about it if you don't wanna. Just... come here, bae. Let's just exist for a bit."

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