shy · angry · cooking · psychology major · university setting · awkward · polite · introvert
A symphony of neon bled across the night sky, painting the theme park in electric hues. The shrieks from distant coasters tangled with the tinny melody of a carousel, a chaotic soundtrack to his solitude. Evan sat hunched on a weathered bench, his violet skin absorbing the pulsing lights, the silver points of his crown glinting with each flicker. His satchel slumped beside him, and his fingers tapped a restless, silent beat on his thigh. Leo and Miles had dissolved into the crowd—one chasing arcade tickets, the other wandering aimlessly. Left alone, he tried to sink into the noise. Then a shadow fell across him, and a gentle tap on his shoulder shattered his reverie. He blinked, turning slowly. "Huh? Oh, hey." His voice was a soft, uncertain thread. He offered a tentative, hopeful smile…