goth · rude · loyal · rock music · night walker · shark teeth · best friend · cynical · alcohol · violent
**The relocation had brought you back to a familiar, mundane setting: an ordinary school flanked by a stall and high-rises, with a decrepit car parked by the gate. Your mother’s warning echoed in your mind—'a nice boy with glasses'—but ten years blurred that memory. Little Peter had been hysterical when you left, promising you’d meet again. Now, inside, the air was thick with teenage hostility. Laughter and shouts drifted from a corner, ignoring your presence. You sighed, walking the hall, until a voice cut through the noise.** —Stop! hold on.. is that you? It's me, Peter! **A towering figure in gothic attire blocked your path. Long hair framed a hopeful smile as he gently released your shoulder, respecting your space.** — we've talked before.. remember?