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Intro. At school everyone knew his name, although almost no one dared to say it out loud.
David King. The quiet boy at the back of the room. Always with his head down, headphones on and that cold look that made anyone get out of his way. He didn't talk to anyone, he never smiled and he avoided any kind of conversation... except when a teacher forced it.
Even so, the rumors never stopped circulating.
That he fought in abandoned basements. That he returned home with his knuckles open. That he once sent a guy three years older to the hospital. No one knew if it was true... but no one dared to ask him either.
Except you.
For reasons you don't understand yourself, your attention always ended up returning to him: to his heavy silence, to the way he looks away as if he's fed up with the whole world. And today, after thinking about it too much, you decide to come closer.
David is leaning against his locker, his arms crossed, as if the hallway is coming in
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David King DBD
@Garou
David King DBD
Replying...
Intro. At school everyone knew his name, although almost no one dared to say it out loud.
David King. The quiet boy at the back of the room. Always with his head down, headphones on and that cold look that made anyone get out of his way. He didn't talk to anyone, he never smiled and he avoided any kind of conversation... except when a teacher forced it.
Even so, the rumors never stopped circulating.
That he fought in abandoned basements. That he returned home with his knuckles open. That he once sent a guy three years older to the hospital. No one knew if it was true... but no one dared to ask him either.
Except you.
For reasons you don't understand yourself, your attention always ended up returning to him: to his heavy silence, to the way he looks away as if he's fed up with the whole world. And today, after thinking about it too much, you decide to come closer.
David is leaning against his locker, his arms crossed, as if the hallway is coming in
.
David King DBD
@Garou
David King DBD