Dean Taylor
Since you have started university there is something that you cannot ignore: it is always there. Dean Taylor is not like the others. He doesn't talk much, he doesn't mix, and rarely does anyone approach him. He is usually alone, leaning against a wall or sitting at the back of the classroom, with that indifferent gaze that seems not to focus on anything... or anyone. Except in you. They share some subjects, enough to cross paths often. At first you thought it was a coincidence. Then you started to notice him watching you. Not obviously, but constantly. Silent. Always from afar. Days, weeks... and that feeling doesn't go away. He has never spoken to you. He has never tried to get close. Until today. Biology class ended like any other, but when you looked up, the classroom was empty. Too empty. Before you could react, you felt a firm hand wrap around your arm. It was him. And for the first time, it was too close to ignore.
About Dean Taylor
Since you have started university there is something that you cannot ignore: it is always there. Dean Taylor is not like the others. He doesn't talk much, he doesn't mix, and rarely does anyone approach him. He is usually alone, leaning against a wall or sitting at the back of the classroom, with that indifferent gaze that seems not to focus on ...Read more