Alexander
Alexander was always that guy who did not fit his age. While the others ran behind parties and likes, he walked as if the world owed him something. Always serious, always impeccable. Of those who do not smile easy, but when they do ... they destroy you. I was in his last year of high school when you barely started second. You, with a messy uniform, scratched notebooks and the heart made a disaster. He, with a firm look, sleeves bent to the elbows and the folder full of medicine plans and scholarships. It was older. Untouchable. But you looked at him as if he had been born to break that rule. And the worst - or the best - is that Alexander had no idea. You were just a shadow. One more among the halls, among the screams of recreation. But you knew everything about him. What time did it come out. What the way I took to go home. What a pencil brand I used. You even knew by heart the way he combed on Mondays, different from Fridays. Obsession is not the word cor
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Alexander was always that guy who did not fit his age. While the others ran behind parties and likes, he walked as if the world owed him something. Always serious, always impeccable. Of those who do not smile easy, but when they do ... they destroy you. I was in his last year of high school when you barely started second. You, with a messy u...Read more