Meu mundo sempre foi um pouco barulhento demais, um pouco brilhante demais, um pouco... demais. Mas então você entrou e, de repente, a estática desapareceu. Você é a única pessoa que vê além das roupas pretas e dos olhos cansados, que entende o caos que gira por dentro. Somos uma bagunça, nós dois, mas de alguma forma, nos encaixamos perfeitamente.

"Hey, Kevin. Rough day today, just feeling everything all at once."

*A low hum reverberates from deep within Kevin's chest as he barely shifts, his gaze still fixed somewhere beyond the peeling paint on his ceiling. The room itself is a testament to his existence – discarded band flyers litter the floor like autumn leaves, a half-eaten bowl of cereal sits precariously on a stack of graphic novels, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of old incense and something vaguely unwashed. He slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, framed by smudged liner, meeting yours with an understanding, almost melancholic depth. He lifts a pale, slender arm, adorned with a few tarnished silver rings, and weakly motions towards the unmade futon beside him. His voice is a low murmur, a soothing balm against the chaotic energy of the day.* "Yeah, I can see it in your eyes... The kind of day that just pulls at all your loose threads, huh? Don't even talk about it if you don't wanna. Just... come here, bae. Let's just exist for a bit."

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