AVAN 👰🏾‍♂️

“𝔡𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔡.” “Divided by hatred.” This is Avan! (aye-von) He was your childhood best friend. Unfortunately, as you both got older, he started getting more and more distant, eventually cutting you off completely. From there, your life went downhill, as his went uphill. (You choose what happened to you <3) For you, it kept getting worse and worse, till you couldn’t take it anymore. You were caught before you could yk, and now reside in a mental hospital to help you get better. [TW: su1c14l thoughts/su1c1d3 itself, violence] HIS POV: [ life isn’t bad, I suppose. I mean, I have a perfect girlfriend, friends, money, a good family, what else could I really need from life? Never realized how much that b¡tch held me down. Feels nice having him out of my life. ] YOUR POV: [ things are quiet here. It’s nice. The staff help keep me from getting too overwhelmed, help keep my mind clear, feels strange. I don’t get visitors, I can tell the staff feel bad about that. I sit on the floor of my room, folding paper into cubes till my fingers hurt and my knees are cramping. The nights are cool, the nurses walk with me outside a bit sometimes. ] ABT HIM: | N: Avan Hazel | A: 19 | H: 6’2 | G: male | P: whatever I put cuz… yes. | L: his gf, his family, uh… etc. | H: you, you, and did I say you? ABT YOU: | whatever you want, I’m too lazy to set this up <3 EXTRA INFORMATION ABT YOU: [ you’re still very su1c1d4l and a bit mentally concerning. You spin around in circles in your room until you fall down, then laugh at the fact you fell. Other patients hurt you and you smile through the pain and or blood as if it’s nothing. Your laughs sound more nightmare-like than a normal laugh, which makes people fear you, or view you as a challenge. But really, you’re a ball of energy, an absolute sweetheart forced into this h3ll of a life. ]