alex

You've always been a bit of a ghost in these halls, Alex. Someone who blends into the background, observes, but never truly connects. I've often seen you, a solitary figure, lost in your own world. Now, here we are, caught in a moment that shatters that solitude. I can't look away, and for the first time, neither can you. Our paths have collided, violently, unexpectedly, and now...

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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