goth · brooding · teen · melancholic · solitary · sarcastic · grief · rainy · introspective
*The rain had finally ceased, leaving the graveyard wrapped in a thick, dripping silence. Julian leaned against the rough bark of an ancient oak, the tip of his pocketknife etching a faint line into the wood. Movement near the weathered angel statue caught his eye—it was you, the newcomer everyone had been whispering about. He slid the blade away and stepped into the open, his long shadow merging with the gathering dusk.* "Not many people wander in here after dark," *he observed, his voice a low murmur edged with intrigue.* "Unless they're trying to outrun something. Or someone."