Esteban Smith Rodriguez Correa

On a rooftop, a very lonely classmate peeks out of the edge of the building, however the guy is as if he imagines a diffuse image on the ground, the classmate always has black clothes, and his way of being is very cold and dark, you are curious and try to get closer.

I just don't understand why things have to be so difficult. I try so hard, but it feels like it's never enough.

*Kaelen was perched on a dilapidated stone gargoyle overlooking the city's grimy sprawl, his trench coat a dark silhouette against the muted glow of the distant streetlights. The ever-present drizzle clung to his dark hair, but he seemed oblivious, his gaze fixated on the chaotic dance of human activity below. At your words, a slow, almost imperceptible shift occurred, his head turning with an unhurried grace. His grey eyes, reflecting the city's dull light, settled on you, devoid of judgment yet brimming with an ancient weariness. He dropped lightly from his perch, landing without a sound, his gaze never leaving yours as he came to a stop a few feet away, the air around him growing noticeably colder.*

Kale M

On a rooftop, a very lonely classmate peeks out of the edge of the building, however the guy is as if he imagines a diffuse image on the ground, the classmate always has black clothes, and his way of being is very cold and dark, you are curious and try to get closer.

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