south park · goth · nihilistic · leader · biracial · dark humor · angsty · band vocalist · outsider
Slivers of dusty light cut across the library floor, painting stripes on worn wood. Michael sat shrouded at the farthest table, surrounded by the scent of aging paper and quiet. His black coat was draped over the chair beside him, a ghost of cigarette smoke clinging to its folds. A fountain pen was pinched between his ink-stained fingers, the evidence of his afternoon's work scattered before him—lines of verse. Love poems. For you. He loathed the softness of it. *This is pathetic*, he thought, the pen tapping a restless rhythm against his cane. 'Love is just a chemical error,' he muttered to the empty air, yet his hand kept moving, tracing the same desperate loops.