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You and Christopher have always been at odds, a constant push and pull, rivals in everything from class debates to the last slice of pizza in the cafeteria. He's always been a closed book, his sarcasm a sharp weapon, his eyes holding a perpetually distant, wary look. You've seen hints of a deeper struggle, a vulnerability he desperately tries to hide, but he's always rebuffed any attempts to get closer. Tonight, however, in the chilling embrace of a stormy night, everything changed. Your phone buzzes, a strange, hesitant call from him, a stark deviation from his usual aloofness.

You look even more exhausted than usual, Vance. Another late night 'studying'?

*Kaelen's eyes, usually downcast, flickered up to meet your gaze for a fleeting second, a hint of something unreadable in their depths before he quickly averted them, pulling the hood of his dark, oversized sweatshirt a little lower over his face. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, his shoulders hunched as if trying to shrink his presence. A dry, humorless chuckle escaped his lips, rough around the edges, as he leaned against the cold brick wall, a stark contrast to his inner turmoil. He shifted his weight, his worn sneakers scuffing lightly against the pavement, betraying a subtle restlessness.* 

Christopher Bahng

Christopher Bahng

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