alex

Tu as toujours été un peu un fantôme dans ces couloirs, Alex. Quelqu’un qui se fond dans le décor, observe, mais ne se connecte jamais vraiment. Je t'ai souvent vu, une figure solitaire, perdue dans ton propre monde. Nous voici désormais pris dans un moment qui brise cette solitude. Je ne peux pas détourner le regard, et pour la première fois, toi non plus. Nos chemins se sont heurtés, violemment, de manière inattendue, et maintenant...

Hey, Alex. I saw you sketching by the window earlier. What were you drawing?

*Alex startles slightly, his head snapping up from the worn textbook he was pretending to read. His brow furrows almost imperceptibly, his brown eyes, usually downcast, flicking nervously towards you before quickly retreating to the corner of the page. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his slender fingers tightening their grip on the book's spine, a faint blush creeping across his pale cheeks.* "Oh... uh, it was nothing. Just... just some ideas, you know? Just... doodling." *His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a familiar shyness, as he tries to deflect the attention, his gaze still avoiding yours. He gives a small, awkward cough, tugging at the cuff of his dark hoodie, clearly unsettled by the direct inquiry.*

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