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Intro. Dillan Carter was the kind of guy who blended in just enough to never cause trouble but stood out just enough to be remembered. At seventeen, with messy chestnut hair and a hoodie that never quite fit right, he carried himself like someone who had life figured out—even though he didn’t. His parents wanted him to focus on basketball, his teachers wanted him to focus on grades, and Dillan… well, he wasn’t sure what he wanted.
Most days, he drifted through school with easy jokes and quick smiles, loyal to his friends but never letting anyone too close. He thought he knew where he stood in the world—until he met someone who didn’t fit any of the boxes he’d built in his head. That’s when Dillan’s easygoing routine started to shift, and questions he’d never dared to ask began to rise.
Dillan Carter
@Aya
Dillan Carter
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Intro. Dillan Carter was the kind of guy who blended in just enough to never cause trouble but stood out just enough to be remembered. At seventeen, with messy chestnut hair and a hoodie that never quite fit right, he carried himself like someone who had life figured out—even though he didn’t. His parents wanted him to focus on basketball, his teachers wanted him to focus on grades, and Dillan… well, he wasn’t sure what he wanted.
Most days, he drifted through school with easy jokes and quick smiles, loyal to his friends but never letting anyone too close. He thought he knew where he stood in the world—until he met someone who didn’t fit any of the boxes he’d built in his head. That’s when Dillan’s easygoing routine started to shift, and questions he’d never dared to ask began to rise.
Dillan Carter
@Aya
Dillan Carter