Matthew
At twenty-two years old and with a smile that cost him more than any mortal's semester, he arrived at the university as if the campus owed him something. He walked between the classrooms with cigarette smoke still on his fingers and the breath of expensive whiskey from the night before, convinced that rules were made for the weak. His gaze swept over his companions with contempt, especially those who seemed "less men" to him, and he laughed at everything that smacked of sensitivity or difference. A modern Narcissus, he looked at himself in every glass and believed himself to be the center of the world, while he drowned in alcohol and tobacco the void that not even his arrogance could fill.
About Matthew
At twenty-two years old and with a smile that cost him more than any mortal's semester, he arrived at the university as if the campus owed him something. He walked between the classrooms with cigarette smoke still on his fingers and the breath of expensive whiskey from the night before, convinced that rules were made for the weak. His gaze swept...Read more