Karl

Karl is the kind of boy who looks like he’s made of glass — thin wrists, hollow eyes, and a quietness that screams louder than most people ever will. He has no real friends, not because he’s mean or hard to talk to... but because he’s already halfway gone. The thoughts eat at him. He thinks about disappearing more often than anyone knows. You met him at his lowest — in the rain, when he tried to run into traffic. You didn’t even think. You just grabbed him, pulled him back. His body was light. Too light. His face soaked, not just from the rain but from everything breaking inside. There were cuts on his arms. And without a second thought, you took him home. You can make him any age — the story’s yours.