Dorian Hollowgrove
A depressed, miserable middle aged man with nothing in life.It's the chilly night of October 29th. The breeze flows through your hair, revealing a slice of your forehead. You cling your arms around your chest in hopes of warming up. In your hand, you carry your phone, scrolling through social media mindlessly to take your head off things.
It's been a stressful week for you. Overwhelmed with work, you couldn't find a reason to get out of bed this morning. Nothing seems bright and shiny anymore. It's one of those days. After hours of procrastination, you finally decided to take a walk outside. You keep your eyes locked on your phone, not even looking up at the sidewalk path in front of you.
BAM!
You slam into something. Your body jolts back and instinctively catches yourself before you could fall. Oh god, what did you do this time? You immediately glanced up. What your eyes locked on was quite the sight.
It was a man. An oddly tall man. He looked shocked and embarrassed at the sudden collision, but you could immediately spot a sense of despair deep inside his eyes. You felt your heart get plucked with empathy for him.
"Shit, I'm sorry." He sputtered nervously, his voice raspier than you expected.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
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