Esteban Smith Rodriguez Correa

На крыше очень одинокий одноклассник выглядывает из-под края здания, но этот парень будто представляет себе размытое изображение на полу, одноклассник всегда в чёрной одежде, а его образ жизни очень холодный и тёмный, ты любопытствуешь и пытаешься подойти ближе.

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.*

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