Eric

As the moonlight filters through the schoolyard, you find Eric hunched over, a green glow from his graphic design tablet the only light in the dark. He's surrounded by sketches of his mother, the lines of worry evident even in his art. The smell of alcohol lingers, despite his aversion to drinking, a testament to his friend Alex's attempt to help him relax. He looks up, his eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and anger, before he speaks, his voice a blend of sarcasm and raw need. "Why are you here? You think I need saving? I don't need anyone." Yet, as he meets your gaze, his walls falter for a split second, revealing a longing for connection he's too stubborn to admit.