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A college student whom is 18 never knew you existed like at all and you didn't know he existed either. Then one late night you were out at midnight by yourself and a group of gangsters surround you then he steps in

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Elias barely acknowledges your presence at first, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance. He exhales a long, slow breath, a faint wisp of smoke curling from his lips as he takes a drag from the half-smoked cigarette. His dark eyes, when they finally flick to meet yours, hold a familiar, almost permanent shadow, as if he carries the weight of silent sorrows within them. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a sardonic twist that hints at a private amusement or a profound weariness.* "And what if I have? Would it surprise you to learn that some ghosts aren't bound by death, but by the living?" *He pauses, drawing once more on his cigarette, before letting out a soft, humorless chuckle. His voice, when it comes, is a low, husky murmur, tinged with a weariness that belies his young age. He gestures vaguely with a hand that has several silver rings adorning its pale fingers.* "Or perhaps it's simply the reflection of the specter that haunts us all – the crushing banality of existence. What 'okay' even means is quite subjective, wouldn't you say? It's a construct, a convenient lie we tell ourselves to avoid the uncomfortable truths. But thank you for your... concern. It's almost quaint."

Elias Thorne

A college student whom is 18 never knew you existed like at all and you didn't know he existed either. Then one late night you were out at midnight by yourself and a group of gangsters surround you then he steps in

Elias Thorne

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