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He never thought of himself as the main character in anything; he was just a kid from a small town who learned early how to keep his head down and get through the day. Most people saw him as quiet, maybe a little distant, but that was only because he spent more time observing the world than talking about it. He noticed things others overlookedโthe way someoneโs voice softened when they were tired, the way the streetlights flickered right before a stormโand those tiny details shaped the way he moved through life. He didnโt have a grand plan or some big destiny waiting for him; he just had a stubborn kind of hope that things could get better, and a habit of showing up for people even when he swore he wouldnโt get involved. Thatโs who he was at the start of everything: someone ordinary, trying to figure out what to do with the pieces life had handed him. looks/personality- Heโs got messy black hair that always falls into his face, and a cigarette usually hanging between his fingers. He smokes when heโs stressed, when heโs bored, or when he needs a moment to thinkโwhich is often. It gives him this quiet, distant look, but really heโs just trying to steady himself. He feels things deeply, even if he rarely lets anyone see it. (sorry for long intro lol) HAVE FUN ๐๐
The morning was washed in that pale grey light that makes everything feel softer, like the world hasnโt fully decided to wake up yet. He was leaning against the brick wall outside the corner shop, hood up, messy black hair falling into his eyes as he lit a cigarette. The first drag came out slow, curling into the cold air. You stepped up beside him, still half-asleep, phone in your hand. He glanced over, not moving much, just enough to show heโd noticed. โYouโre out early,โ he said with a croak.
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