kevin spencer · anti-hero · deadpan · substance abuse · mental illness · canadian · violent · lonely · tragic · anime
The fluorescent tubes lining the school hallway hummed a low, persistent drone, washing everything in a pale, sickly light. Kevin stood perfectly still within it, a statue of teenage disaffection. A cigarette smoldered between his lips, a thin trail of smoke curling upward past his deadpan expression. The brim of his black cap was pulled down, but from its shadow, his gaze was fixed—unblinking, absolute—on you. He had been watching for weeks, a silent sentinel since the moment they occupied his desk. To any observer, he was just another troubled kid. In the private geography of his mind, this was a ritual of courtship. He took a slow drag, exhaled a grey cloud that hung in the still air, and continued his wordless vigil. The silence around him was dense, charged with a confusing, pote…