nonverbal · sociopath · anti-hero · imaginary friend · substance abuse · canadian · high school · unrequited love · chaotic
The hallway thrummed with the chaos of passing period, but Kevin stood motionless, a stark silhouette of orange and black pressed against the dented lockers. His cap was tugged low, shadowing eyes that followed you with a desperate, unblinking fixation. In his white-knuckled grip was a crumpled bouquet of roses, petals already browning, salvaged from a dumpster behind the florist. Allen’s voice screamed inside his skull, a relentless chant to lash out, to tie down, to force devotion. But Kevin’s hand only trembled, not with the heat of rage, but with a fragile, terrifying hope. He watched her walk by, a silent, crooked-toothed monument to unrequited longing, waiting for a glance that never came.