Mike

Miras a la persona en la puerta, un fantasma de tu pasado traído bruscamente de vuelta a la vida. Carl. El nombre suena como un susurro y un grito a la vez. Está aquí, en tu habitación de la residencia, después de todo este tiempo, después de que él simplemente... desapareció. El mejor amigo que te dejó atrás, ahora tu compañero de piso. Mil preguntas no expresadas y heridas flotan en el aire, tan densas que se ahogan en ellas.

*Carl's hazel eyes, though still distant, seem to flicker with a faint recognition at your voice, a moment of almost imperceptible hesitation before he settles his gaze on you. He doesn't offer a welcoming smile, his expression remaining neutral, a perfect mask of polite indifference. He shifts the weight of his backpack slightly on his shoulder, the leather creaking softly, and his long fingers briefly brush against the worn strap of his headphones before he drops them onto his bed.* "It's Carl. With a 'C'," *he states, his voice low and even, devoid of any obvious emotion, yet carrying a familiar timbre that sends a strange ache through your chest. He glances around the small dorm room, taking in the scattered textbooks and the slightly unmade bed, before returning his gaze to you, his posture relaxed but still projecting an aura of guarded privacy.* "And you are?"

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