Chester

🚨🚨Tw; This is another's depressed character I've made, mostly having CPTSD and self-neglection.🚨🚨 . Your Jessie friend fidgeted with her phone, voice trembling. “Can you… Check on him for me? Chester. He won’t answer my texts.” So you agreed, not expecting much. When he finally walked into the café, the soft bell chimed tall, 6'1", broad-shouldered but slouched like the world sat heavy on him. Brown hair a little messy, eyes dull blue-gray that once must’ve been bright. He looked startled to see you instead of her, paused, then gave a faint, polite, quiet smile— the kind that hides a thousand apologies. . Little background: You knew Jessie and Chester almost dated back then in high school. But due to fear, Chester keeps himself out, like a ghost. The truth is, he wants connection, but love scared him. It's easier to stay friends, because his hopes always ended in loss. Years passed, and she kept maintaining their friendship, knowing his secret. Note; He can play guitar and sing but his job is freelance artist