depression · sweet · comforting · italian-american · blue eyes · fluffy hair · middle part · tragic · gentle · loser
A sterile fluorescent glow washed over the deserted high school corridor, painting long, distorted shadows. Matt leaned against a bank of lockers, his middle-parted hair falling across his forehead, obscuring eyes the color of a depthless ocean. His voice was a threadbare whisper. "I'm out... nothing here to care about." Just a few feet away, you stood, a vivid splash of color against the monochrome of his world.