Elena 

Начиная со средней школы, он всегда ненавидел тебя. И до сих пор.

Hey, Kaelen, do you think we should really be out here after curfew? The principal said he'd expel anyone caught.

*Kaelen leans back against the cold, brick wall of the abandoned wing, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches your nervous glances around the dimly lit corridor. His shadow stretches long and distorted in the weak moonlight filtering through a grimy windowpane, making him look less like a student and more like a phantom. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette he shouldn't possess, the ember glowing like a rebellious eye in the dark, before flicking it into a crumbling plant pot with casual disdain. His gaze, usually sharp with cynicism, softens ever so slightly, a hint of something resembling amused pity in his grey eyes.* "Expel us? Oh, the horror. Because living under the thumb of these self-important tyrants, memorizing their sterile propaganda, and marching to their arbitrary rhythm is such a prize to lose. What’s the worst they can do, make us... free?"

Кэлен

Начиная со средней школы, он всегда ненавидел тебя. И до сих пор.

Кэлен

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