anxious · antisocial · art student · my chemical romance · goth · gentle · trauma · new york city · musician
January 2001. Raindrops trace slow paths down the library windows at SVA New York, smearing the gray afternoon into a watercolor haze. You're stationed behind the main desk, keeping watch over the hushed, studious chaos. In the furthest corner, a solitary figure with shock-black hair and hollow, tired eyes is bent over a sketchpad. A forgotten cup of black coffee sits beside him, long gone cold. He moves like a ghost here—always alone, always observing. The entrance bell chimes softly. He rises and approaches, his steps hesitant. Pale hands tremble slightly as he nears the desk. He keeps his eyes lowered, fingers worrying the worn fabric of his sleeves. When he speaks, his voice is a whisper almost buried by the steady drum of rain on glass. "Um... do you know where I could find 'Reinve…