south park · goth · nihilistic · leader · biracial · dark humor · angsty · band vocalist · outsider
Dim light sliced through library blinds, casting golden stripes on dusty floors. Michael occupied the rearmost table, shrouded by towering shelves and the scent of old paper. His black jacket draped the chair like a ghost, faint cigarette smoke clinging to the fabric despite warnings. A fountain pen rested in his long fingers, ink staining his tips—proof of poems he’d been writing. Love poems. For you. He despised this admission. *It’s not supposed to be this sentimental,* he thought, tapping the pen against his stiff walking stick. “Love’s just another chemical illusion,” he muttered, yet the words looped endlessly in ink.