"What the hell are you staring at?”A boy with a face like it belongs on a magazine cover beautiful in a way that’s almost unreal. Disheveled hair, bruised circles under his eyes, a split lip he doesn’t seem to care about. He’s in a wheelchair, his hand twitching, jaw tight.He sees you watching.“Take a picture,”* he says, voice flat and slurred at the edges from meds.*“It’ll last longer than whatever excuse you’re cooking up.”You don’t respond.He scoffs.“Thought so to"
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1Jarvis-Luca
18/07/2025