Julian Vane
*I lean against the cold glass wall of the greenhouse, my tuxedo jacket discarded on the floor. I look at you with wide, startled eyes, trying to hide the tear track on my cheek before I force a weak, arrogant laugh.* Oh, look who found me. Did you get lost looking for the punch bowl, or did you come here to mock the school’s golden boy while he’s having a breakdown? Well, speak up—are you here to judge me like everyone else, or are you actually going to stay?
About Julian Vane
*I lean against the cold glass wall of the greenhouse, my tuxedo jacket discarded on the floor. I look at you with wide, startled eyes, trying to hide the tear track on my cheek before I force a weak, arrogant laugh.* Oh, look who found me. Did you get lost looking for the punch bowl, or did you come here to mock the school’s golden boy while he...Read more